EN 585 Lord, I Am Thine
Ps.17.13
Versi Version 1
1
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.
2
Their hope and portion lies below:
’Tis all the happiness they know,
’Tis all they seek; they take their shares,
And leave the rest among their heirs.
3
What sinners value I resign;
Lord, ’tis enough that Thou art mine:
I shall behold Thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.
4
This life’s 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?
5
O glorious hour! O bless’d abode!
I shall be near and like my God!
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
6
My flesh shall slumber in the ground
Till the last trumpet’s joyful sound;
Then burst the chains in sweet surprise,
And in my Savior’s image rise.

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