Lord, I Am Thine

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Lord, I am Thine: in mercy Thou hast broken
The fetters strong that bound me to my sin;
Thy blood was shed-of love the mighty token—
From ways of death my guilty soul to win.

Lord, I am Thine: who saw no beauty in Thee,
But spurned Thy mercy with rebellious pride:
Saved by Thy grace, I lowly bow before Thee,
And in Thy love my soul is satisfied.

Lord, I am Thine: yet sinful, weak, and fearing,
I need Thy grace to keep me day by day;
Hold Thou my hand, and keep my feet from falling,—
Then shall tread with joy my pilgrim way.

Lord, I am Thine: though sorrows gather round me,
And death's dark shadow 'thwart my path is thrown;
Savior divine, Thine outstretched hand upholds me;
And being Thine I shall not walk alone.

Yes, I am Thine, and Thou art mine, O Savior
My Lord, my life, my never-changing Friend;
Nor death, nor hell, can take me from Thy favor;
Those that are Thine Thou lovest to the end.

And soon shall shine the bright and cloudless morrow
When blood-washed saints upon the stormless shore
Shall stand with Thee, beyond the reach of sorrow;
Their boast that they are Thine for evermore.
"He that cometh to God must believe
that He is, and that He is a rewarder
of them that diligently seek Him."