“Not your own!” but His you are,
Who has paid a price untold
For your life, exceeding far
All earth’s store of gems and gold.
With the precious blood of Christ,
Ransom, treasure, all unpriced;
Full redemption is secured,
Full salvation is assured.
“Not your own!” but His by right,
His peculiar treasure now;
Fair and precious in His sight,
Purchased jewels for His brow.
He will keep what thus He sought,
Safely guard the dearly bought;
Cherish that which He did choose,
Always love and never lose.
“Not your own!” to Him you owe
All your life, and all you love;
Live, that ye His praise may show,
Who receives all praise above.
Every day and every hour,
Every gift and every power,
Consecrate to Him alone,
Who has claimed you for His own.
Teach us, Master, how to give
All we have and are to Thee;
Grant us, Saviour, while we live,
Wholly only Thine to be.
Henceforth know our calling high,
Thee to serve and glorify:
Ours no longer, but Thine own -
Thine forever, Thine alone!