Church Hymn Book ‎#P.XVII

P.XVII. Lord, I am thine; but thou wilt prove

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 blest 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 Saviour’s image rise.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, I am thine; but thou wilt prove
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1816
• Scripture:
  Psalm 17
• Topic: The Sinner's Portion and Saint's Hope

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