There is a verse of scripture
Which grips my very soul,
And lights earth’s dingy pathway, ---
A gleaming, shining goal.
So long I have been wearied
Of this weak self of mine,
This sinning, faltering nature,
So different, Lord, from Thine.
And so with utter rapture
I read the words which say
I shall be changed entirely
And be like Thee some day.
Like Thee, like Thee, my Savior?
I cannot understand.
The vessel like the Potter
Who made it with His hand?
The lost lamb like the Shepherd,
The branches like the Vine?
Help me, I am bewildered
With riches poured like wine.
I cannot understand, dear Lord,
I only trust and know
That when at last I am like thee
My cup will overflow.
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