He Is Mine, I Am His

Blessèd Li­ly of the Val­ley

Oh

how fair is He!

He is mine

I am His;

Sweeter than the an­gel’s mu­sic

Is His voice to me

He is mine

I am His.

Where the li­lies fair are bloom­ing

By the wa­ter calm

There He leads me and up­holds me

By His strong right arm;

All the air is love around me

I can feel no harm

He is mine

I am His.

Lily of the val­ley

He is mine!

Lily of the val­ley I am His!

Sweeter than the an­gel’s mu­sic

Is His voice to me

He is mine

I am His.

Let me sing of all His mer­cies

Of His kind­ness true

He is mine

I am His;

Fresh at morn

and in the ev­en­ing

Comes a bless­ing new

He is mine

I am His!

With the deep­en­ing sha­dows comes

A whis­per

Safe­ly rest!

Sleep in peace

for I am near thee

Naught shall thee mo­lest;

I will lin­ger till the morn­ing

Keeper

friend and guest

He is mine

I am His.

Tho’ He lead me thro’ the val­ley

Of the shade of death

He is mine

I am His;

Should I fear

when oh

so ten­der­ly

He whis­per­eth

He is mine

I am His;

For the sun­shine of His pre­sence

Doth il­lume the night

And He leads me thro’ the val­ley

To the mount­ain height;

Out of bond­age into free­dom

Into cloud­less light

He is mine

I am His.