Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#36

36. Lord, I am thine: but thou wilt prove

1 Lord, I am thine: but thy 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 lie 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 His 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 surprise,
And in my Savior’s image rise.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, I am thine: but thou wilt prove
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 17
• Notes: Public Domain.

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