October 17, 2014 - March 1, 2015

I Know that I Shall Never See

(with thanks to Joyce Kilmer)

My life entire I would not see

so pure a love as on Thy tree

To You alone my worship be:

“Of all my loves my best is Thee!”

Peerless One, my King, my God, He

Who by His blood has ransomed me

Your gift has made my song to be:

“Of all my loves my best is Thee!”

To death, to grave, I owe no fee

Your gift of life has made me free

My praise to You will ever be:

“Of all my loves my best is Thee!”

I would not Thy true service flee

nor be of pain or torment free

if on my lips would cease to be:

“Of all my loves my best is Thee”

Hard by death’s door I would not plea

for one more hour of earthly glee

could at its knell my comfort be:

“Of all my loves my best is Thee!”

And when at last I walk Your lea

and praise You by Your crystal sea

my joyous psalm shall ever be:

“Of all my loves my best is Thee!”