MINE | AdventAI

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jan 8, 1861

MINE.

HERE I find, what long I've sought, Cooling draught, with healing fraught, Flowing free from fount divine,— "I have called thee, thou art mine."

Jesus, grant thy kind control, Visit, cleanse, and make me whole; Bid me not this pledge resign, "I have called thee, thou art mine."

While I read thy death for me, Through my tears of love, I see This, the sweetest word of thine, "I have called thee, thou art mine."

If I weakly dare to sigh For earth's pomp and vanity, Thou dost speak—no more I pine, "I have called thee, thou art mine."

Wanderer oft, do I desire, Israel's token, cloud of fire? This I have, my constant sign, "I have called thee, thou art mine."

Has my spirit faithless grown? One assurance, one alone, Bids me all my fears resign, "I have called thee, thou art mine."

When, with God's elect, I stand, Sword of truth in ready hand, On my banner's folds shall shine, "I have called thee, thou art mine."

At thy sacramental board, Added joy these words afford, While I taste the bread and wine, "I have called thee, thou art mine."

If death, at the outer gate, Summons brings, for which I wait, Let me hear from lips divine, "I have called thee, thou art mine."