" I AM MY BELOVED'S, AND MY BELOVED IS MINE."-(Cant. 6, 3.)
LONG did I toil, and know no earthly rest;
Far did I rove, and found no certain home;
At last I sought them in His sheltering breast,
Who opes His arms and bids the weary come.
With Him I found a home, a rest divine;
And I since then am, His, and He is mine.
Yes, He is MINE! and naught of earthly things,
Not all the charms of. pleasure, wealth, or power,
The fame of heroes, or the pomp of kings,
Could tempt me to forego His love an hour.
Go, worthless world, I cry, with all that's thine!
Go! I my Savior's am, and He is mine.
The good I have is from His store supplied;
The ill is only what He deems the best;
He for my Friend, I'm rich with naught beside;
And poor without Him, though of all possessed.
Changes may come-I take, or I resign-
Content to know I'm His and He is mine.
See ending p. 192.