Lord, I Am Thine

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Lord, I am Thine: in mercy Thou has 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 I 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.
"There is no God else beside Me;
a just God and a Savior; there is
none beside Me. Look unto Me,
and be ye saved, all the ends of
the earth: for I am God, and there
is none else."