If God is mine, then present things,
And things to come, are mine;
Yea, Christ, his word, and Spirit too,
And glory all divine.
If he is mine, then from his love,
He every trouble sends;
All things are working for my good,
And bliss his rod attends
If he is mine, I need not fear
The rage of earth and hell;
He will support my feeble frame,
Their utmost force repel.
If he is mine, let friends forsake,—
Let wealth and honors flee—
Sure he, who giveth me himself,
Is more than these to me.
If he is mine, I'll boldly pass
Through death's tremendous vale:
He is a solid comfort, when
All other comforts fail.
Oh, tell me, Lord! that thou art mine;
What can I wish beside?
My soul shall at the fountain live,
When all the streams are dried.
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