The world, I thought, belonged to me----       Goods, gold and people, land and sea---       Where'er I walked beneath God's sky        In those old days my word was "I".   Years passed; there flashed my pathway near         The fragment of a vision dear         My former word no more sufficed,          And what I said was - " I and Christ".           But, O, the more I looked on HIM,          HIS Glory grew, while mine grew dim,          I shrank so small, HE towered so high,          All I dared say - was "Christ and I".             Years more the vision held its place           And looked me steadily in the face,           I speak now in humbler tone,            And what i say is - "Christ alone".    

RG