Edith L. Hennessay
He is mine, dear Lord and Saviour!
How the thought true comfort brings;
Oh, how sweet it is to nestle
Neath the covert of His wings!
He is mine! and naught can sever
Things above, nor things below,
Oh the blessed joy, and rapture,
That His own redeemed ones know!
He is mine, my precious portion!
Oh, how rich I am in Him!
Having Christ, possessing all things,
Till my cup o’erflows the brim!
I have found the priceless Treasure;
Found the Spring that never dries;
Found the peace past understanding,
And the rest for which one sighs!
I am His, I am His portion!
Oh, how blest with Him to walk;
Christ my Lord and I together,
Just as friend with friend to talk.
I belong to my Beloved,
And I know that He is mine;
In communion with my Saviour
Is a fellowship divine!
Oh, the bliss it is to know Him
In that wondrous tie, “His own,’
Just abiding ‘neath His shadow
In the secret place alone.
He is closer than a brother,
Or the dearest earthly love;
Oh, what will it be to know Him
In the brighter land above!
ML-02/19/1978