Once it was the blessing

Once it was the blessing,
  Now it is the Lord;
Once it was the feeling,
  Now it is His Word;
Once His gift I wanted,
  Now, the Giver own;
Once I sought for healing,
  Now Himself alone.

Once ’twas painful trying,
  Now ’tis perfect trust;
Once a half salvation,
  Now the uttermost;
Once ’twas ceaseless holding,
  Now He holds me fast;
Once ’twas constant drifting,
  Now my anchor’s cast.

Once ’twas busy planning,
  Now ’tis trustful prayer;
Once ’twas anxious caring,
  Now He has the care;
Once ’twas what I wanted,
  Now what Jesus says;
Once ’twas constant asking,
  Now ’tis ceaseless praise.

Once it was my working,
  His it hence shall be;
Once I tried to use Him,
  Now He uses me;
Once the pow’r I wanted,
  Now the Mighty One;
Once for self I labored,
  Now for Him alone.

Once I hoped in Jesus,
  Now I know He’s mine;
Once my lamps were dying,
  Now they brightly shine;
Once for death I waited,
  Now His coming hail;
And my hopes are anchored
  Safe within the veil.