My Saviour, I am Thine,
By everlasting bands;
My name, my heart, I would resign,
My soul is in Thy hands.
To Thee I still would cleave,
With ever-growing zeal;
Let millions tempt me Christ to leave,
They never shall prevail.
His Spirit shall unite
My soul to Him, my Head;
Shall form to His image bright,
And teach His path to tread.
Death may my soul divide
From this abode of clay;
But love shall keep me near His side
Through all the gloomy way.
Since Christ and we are won,
What should remain to fear?
If He in heaven hath fixed His throne,
He'll fix His members there.
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