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THOU ART MINE

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 21, 1872

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 39, No. 23.

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THOU ART MINE.

By Sel.

“My beloved is mine, and I am his.” Song, 2. 16.
Yea, thou art mine, my blessed Lord; O my beloved, thou art mine; And, purchased with thy precious blood, My Lord and Saviour, I am thine.
Thy hands are mine, for they were pierced Upon the rugged cross for me; Thy feet are mine, for they were nailed For my transgressions to the tree.
Thy heart is mine, for, by the spear, My Lord, for me, ’twas opened wide; Thy head is mine, which wore the thorns For me when thou wast crucified.
Thy soul is mine, for thou didst pour It out for me, e’en unto death; Thy life is mine, for thou didst yield For me its last expiring breath.
Thy blood is mine, for all that blood, O Lamb of God, was shed for me; To cleanse my soul from every stain, It freely flowed on Calvary.
Thy spotless righteousness is mine, Resplendent now before the throne; In thee I stand accepted there— In thee, O Son of God, alone.
Thy Spirit, Lord, is mine, for thou Didst send him, never to depart, Thine own sweet Comforter, to dwell Within the temple of my heart.
Thy risen life is mine; for me Thou didst awake and leave the tomb; In me thou liv’st; and I shall see My life itself when thou dost come!
Thy glory, Lord, is mine—the light That beams upon thy lustrous brow; For, changed into its image bright, I yet shall be, as thou art now;
Thy rich inheritance is mine; Joint heir with thee of worlds above, Lord, in thy kingdom I shall shine, And reign with thee in endless love.
Thy fullness, Lord, is mine—for, oh! That fullness is a fount as free As it is inexhaustible! Jehovah’s boundless gift to me;
My Christ! O sing, ye Heaven of heavens! Let every angel lift his voice; Sound with ten thousand harps his praise; With me, ye heavenly host, rejoice!
With tears, with songs, with holy psalms, With daily love, with odors sweet, With broken heart, with outstretched arms, I’ll pour my praises at thy feet.
Thee will I hymn, my holy Christ, My Lord, my love, my life who art; Nor time, nor all eternity, My treasure from my soul shall part.
And wandering by the way, I’ll drink Of this sweet fountain gushing free, And sit and sing beside the brink Of all my Saviour is to me.
My Christ! my own! forever mine! By gift, by promises, by blood, By oath, by covenant divine, By the unchanging will of God.
Solely thine own no more—but given To me, beloved—thou art mine; My joy, my life, my Heaven of heaven— And I, beloved, solely thine. —Sel.