I Am Thine Own

I am Thine own

O Christ;

Henceforth en­tire­ly Thine;

And life from this glad hour

New life is mine.

No earth­ly joy can lure

My qui­et soul from Thee:

This deep de­light so pure

Is Heav’n to me.

My joy­ful song of praise

In sweet con­tent I sing:

To Thee the note I raise

My king! My king!

I can­not tell the art

By which such bliss is giv’n:

I know Thou hast my heart

And I—have Heav’n.