’Tis I my God, who calls on high
Who’s praise will never cease
Who once was so afraid to die
Yet now is blessed with peace
’Tis I, ecstatic with joy Lord
Who humbly bends the knee
Who’s found that I could ill afford
Your Lamb not set me free
’Tis I, who sought my Saviour’s blood
Who sought of Heaven’s Flow
To help me live the way I should
Whilst now through life I go
’Tis I, the one once plagued with shame
Who tread the devil’s path
Until I called on Jesus’ name
To spare me from the wrath
’Tis I, who’d change to things I do
Who eagerly seeks Your face
Who daily comes to thank You
For Christ and saving grace
’Tis I, Your servant, blessed with love
Who day and night would cry
Who’s house You’re building now above
With treasures none can buy
’Tis I, ’tis I, ’tis only I
With all my heart and soul
Praying the saved to multiply
And Christ to make them whole
’Tis I, Your servant waiting still
Your child with great delight
Eager to do my Father’s will
Each day and every night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem