I AM NOT SKILLED

I am not skilled to understand

what God hath willed, what God hath planned;

I only know at His right hand

stands One who is my Saviour.




I take Him at His word indeed;

‘Christ died for sinners,’ this I read;

for in my heart I find a need

of Him to be my Saviour.




That He should leave His place on high,

and come for sinful man to die,

you count it strange? so once did I

before I knew my Saviour!




And oh, that He fulfilled may see

the travail of His soul in me,

and with His work contented be,

as I with my dear Saviour!




Yea, living, dying, let me bring

my strength, my solace, from this spring,

that He who lives to be my King

once died to be my Saviour