I Am Not Skilled to Understand

I am not skilled to un­der­stand

What God hath willed

what God hath planned;

I on­ly know at His right hand

Is One who is my Sav­ior!

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 Sav­ior!

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 Sav­ior!

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 Sav­ior!

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 Sav­ior!