Long Did I Toil

Long did I toil

and knew no earth­ly rest;

Far did I rove

and found no cer­tain home;

At last I sought them in His shel­ter­ing breast

Who opes His arms

and bids the wea­ry come.

With Him I found a home

a rest di­vine;

And I since then am His

and He is mine.

Yes

He is mine! and naught of earth­ly things

Not all the charms of plea­sure

wealth or pow­er

The fame of he­roes

or the pomp of kings

Could tempt me to fo­rgo His love an hour.

Go

worth­less world

I Cry

with all that’s thine!

Go! I my Sav­ior’s arm

and He is mine.

The good I have is from His stores sup­plied

The ill is on­ly what He deems the best.

He for my friend

I’m rich with naught be­side;

And poor with­out Him

though of all pos­sessed.

Changes may come—I take

or I re­sign

Content

while I am His

while He is mine.

Whate’er may change

in Him no change is seen

A glo­ri­ous Sun that wanes not nor de­clines;

Above the clouds and storms He walks se­rene

And on His peo­ple’s in­ward dark­ness shines:

All may de­part—I fret not

nor re­pine

While I my Sav­ior’s am

while He is mine.

He stays me fall­ing; lifts me up when down;

Reclaims me wan­der­ing; guards from ev­ery foe;

Plants on my worth­less brow the vic­tor’s crown

Which in re­turn before His feet I throw

Grieved that I can­not bet­ter grace His shrine

Who deigns to own me His

as He is mine.

While here

alas! I know but half His love

But half dis­cern Him

and but half ad­ore;

But when I meet Him in the realms ab­ove

I hope to love Him bet­ter

praise Him more

And feel

and tell

amid the choir div­ine

How ful­ly I am His

and He is mine.