Success
I tried, myself, to bring to pass
That which I thought should be;
I felt the Lord would profit by
A little help from me.
And so I worried and despaired,
And vainly laboured on,
Until my fairest plans had crashed,
My choicest visions gone;
And then I knelt before my Lord,
Chastened, humbled, still,
Ready to let Him work through me,
Ready to do His will.
And there it was I found success,
For then alone my Lord could bless.
I tried to win a soul for Christ;
How earnestly I pleaded
That he had sinned and gone astray
And Christ was all he needed.
I begged him to forsake the world,
Repent and be forgiven–
I tried to coax him to the Lord,
To woo him into heaven.
And then I realized that Christ
Longed for him more than I,
That He alone could make one care,
Who cared enough to die.
Upon my knees I fought the fight–
My friend was born again that night.