Lord, we are Thine by sacred ties,
The purchase of Thy blood;
No benefit with Thy love vies
Thou’st died to do us good.
We were defiled, undone and lost,
In bondage to our sin;
Thou’st given Thyself at awful cost
Thou’st died our souls to win.
A sacrifice, a savor sweet,
For us Thou’dst give to God;
Dying, God’s holy claims
Thou’dst meet, Obedient unto blood.
Now raised with Thee, seated on high,
More blest we cannot be,
And as Thy coming draweth nigh,
We long Thy face to see.
Within the Father’s house above,
With saints from every clime,
We’ll fully know and prove Thy love,
In joy and peace sublime.
This poem may be sung to any C.M. tune found in the Little Flock Hymnbook.
E. Tonn (2001)