Lord, I am thine; but thou wilt prove

Verse 1

Lord, I am Thine, but You will prove My faith, my patience, and my love; When men of spite against me join, They are the sword, the hand is Thine.

Verse 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.

Verse 3

What sinners value I resign; LORD, ’tis enough that You are mine: I shall behold Thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness.

Verse 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?

Verse 5

O glorious hour! O bless'd abode! I shall be near and like my God! And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of my soul.

Verse 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.