  “Thou art mine!” Blessed word from the Father above, It speaks to my heart of His infinite love; When I faint ’neath my load, the message divine, Brings peace to my soul:—“Thou art mine! Thou art mine.” “Thou art mine!” Though the tempest is raging around, In Him, and Him only, a refuge is found, No force can subdue Him, no fetters confine, And has He not said:—“Thou art mine! Thou art mine.” “Thou art mine!” When temptations my pathway beset, His merciful kindness I cannot forget. The sun may be hidden, but soon it will shine, He calls me by name:—“Thou art mine! Thou art mine.” “Thou art mine!” With afflictions confronting the soul, The billows of trouble are His, to control. Beside the still waters He bids me recline And lovingly says:—“Thou art mine! Thou art mine.” “Thou art mine!” I am happy obeying His voice, I trust Him and serve Him, His glory my choice; His power, eternal, can never decline And does He not say:—“Thou art mine! Thou art mine. |
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