1 Lord, I am thine; but thou wilt prove
My Faith, my Patience, and my Love:
When Men of Spight 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 blest Abode!
I shall be near and like my God!
And Flesh and Sin no more controul
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 with sweet Surprize
And in my SAVIOUR's image rise.
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