Hymnal: Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America #35 (1791) Lyrics: 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 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?
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 Saviour’s image rise. Scripture: Psalm 17 Languages: English
Lord, I am thine; but thou wilt prove