'Impossible!' so he murmured to himself; 'I would have paid a hundred million years Of pain and patience and unceasing toil To buy escape from being and misery. Now to accept deliverance as a gift, Acknowledging that I cannot purchase it-- I sicken within me at the very thought! Deliverance not from being but misery-- If _that_ could be! Fulness of life, not death! Aye, that were better--were it possible! I do not wish to cease from consciousness If consciousness can be, apart from woe. O Thou who must be, Thou whom since I heard Thy name I cannot doubt more than I doubt Myself, Thou, God, is this thy word indeed, That I am lost in sin as not believing On that man Jesus for mine only Lord? Is he thy Son? Shall I trust all to him? All, all, as if I were a little child? 'What is it in my heart that answers, Yea? Is it Thou, O Holy Spirit? If it be Thou, and none other and naught else than Thou Then certify Thyself, give me a sign! Ah, but I know, I know. O heart within, Thou wilt not cheat thyself thus! Thou and I, We know full well when God speaks it is He, He and none other. Other none than Thou, Paul's God, and mine, and mine, and mine, O yea, Who but my God could speak thus closely to me? O Buddha, Buddha, trusted long in vain! In whom I took my refuge once, behold, My house of refuge then supposed in thee Is melted into ruin round about me. I am a naked soul, unhoused, disclad; O God, receive me, lo, I come to Thee; Forgive my sin that I have not believed Earlier in Christ thy Son, whom now I take To be my Lord henceforth. I trust to Him To save me and I cannot save myself. But He, He can and will, thanks to His name; Thanks to thy name, Lord Jesus, I am thine, And Thou art mine, my Savior as my Lord!