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All things are yours.
1 Cor. 3:21.
Since God is mine, then present things
And things to come are mine;
Yea, Christ, his word, and Spirit, too,
And glory all divine.
2 Since he is mine, then from his love
He every trouble sends;
All things are working for my good,
And bliss his rod attends.
3 Since he is mine, I need not fear
The rage of earth and hell;
He will support my feeble power,
Their utmost force repel.
4 Since he is mine, let friends forsake,
Let wealth and honors flee:
Sure, he who giveth me himself,
Is more than these to me.
5 Since he is mine, I’ll boldly pass
Through death’s dark, lonely vale:
He is my comfort and my stay,
When heart and flesh shall fail.
6 And now, O Lord, since thou art mine,
What can I wish beside?
My soul shall at the fountain live,
When all the streams are dried.
Beddome.