Wishing, Hoping, Knowing

Verse 1

A long time I wandered in darkness and sin, And wondered if ever the light would shine in; I heard Christian friends speak of raptures divine, And I wished—how I wished—that their Savior were mine. I wished He were mine, yes, I wished He were mine; I wished—how I wished—that their Savior were mine.

Verse 2

I heard the glad Gospel of good will to men; I read whosoever again and again; I said to my soul, Can that promise be thine? And then began hoping that Jesus was mine. I hoped He was mine, yes, I hoped He was mine, And then began hoping that Jesus was mine.

Verse 3

Oh, mercy surprising! He saves even me! Thy portion forever, He says, will I be; On His Word I am resting—assurance divine: I am hoping no longer, I know He is mine. I know He is mine, yes, I know He is mine, I’m hoping no longer—I know He is mine.