My woe and want confessing ;
Undone and lost I came to Him —
I sought and found a blessing.
I looked . . to Him ; . .
'Tis true— His Whosoever !
He looked . . on me : . .
And we were one for ever.
2 I looked to Jesus on the cross ;
For me I saw Him dying ;
God's word believed — that all my sins
Were there upon Him lying.
3 I looked to Jesus there on high,
From death upraised to glory ;
I trusted in His power to save,
Believed the old, old story.
4 He looked on me — oh, look of love !
My heart by it was broken ;
And with that look of love He gave
The Holy Spirit's token.
5 Now one with Christ, I find my peace
In Him to be abiding ;
And in His love for all my need,
In childlike faith confiding.