I know no thing of rock or bird or tree,
Nor anything of fire, earth, or air.
I know no thing of river, lake, or sea,
Nor anything of mountaintops so fair.
I know no thing of book or page or pen,
Nor anything of stories, letters, rhyme.
I know no thing of sinful-hearted men,
Nor anything of ever-flowing time.
I only know my Savior's love for me
Which runneth without end to make me white.
I only know his death on Calvary
Which bringeth me to everlasting light.
Now this I have, and this I have alone,
That God has made me His, His very own.
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