Lord, I am Thine; but Thou wilt prove
My faith, my patience, and my love:
When men of spite against me join,
They are the sword, the hand is Thine.
Their hope and portion lies
íTis all the happiness they know,
íTis all they seek; they take their shares,
And leave the rest among their heirs.
What sinners value I resign;
Lord, ítis enough that Thou art mine:
I shall behold Thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.
This lifeís a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and sincere:
When shall I wake and find me there?
O glorious hour! O blessíd abode!
I shall be near and like my God!
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
My flesh shall slumber in the ground
Till the last trumpetís joyful sound;
Then burst the chains in sweet surprise,
And in my Saviorís image rise.