If Christ is mine, then all is mine,
And more than angels know;
Both present things and things to come,
And grace and glory, too.
If He is mine, then, though He
He never will forsake;
His chastisements all work for good,
And but His love bespeak.
If He is mine, I need not fear,
The rage of earth and hell;
He will support my feeble frame,
And all their power repel.
If He is mine, let friends forsake,
And earthly comforts flee;
He, the Dispenser of all good,
Is more than these to me.
If He is mine, Iíll fearless pass
Through deathís tremendous vale;
Heíll be my Comfort and my Stay
When heart and flesh shall fail.
Let Jesus tell me He is mine,
I nothing want beside:
My soul shall at the Fountain live
When all the streams are dried.