I have made my decision I have counted the cost What the world has to offer I consider it loss Compared to the riches of knowing my Lord I have lost what was precious To gain what is pure
My delight is to know You Lord What greater joy could there be in this world Though You may be hidden yet one day I'll see The One who delights in me
Though I've not yet attained it I press on to the goal To lay hold of that For which He grasped my soul Forgetting my failures And all I have done I will strain for the finish Till my race has been run