My Only Comfort

My on­ly com­fort

on­ly joy

To know I’m bought with blood di­vine;

The voice of Je­sus sweet­ly sounds

Child

thou art Mine

for­ev­er Mine.

I’m not my own

I’m not my own;

For Je­sus’ blood hath pur­chased me;

His life for me

my life for Him

My on­ly com­fort this shall be.

Delivered from the fear of death

Delivered from the grave and hell

Delivered from the tempt­er’s pow­er

I’m Christ’s for­ev­er! Sin

fare­well.

Him whose I am I now shall serve

And take de­light to know His will;

O Mas­ter! keep me

and pre­serve

That I may all Thy words ful­fill.

For Thee I’ll live

in Thee I’ll die

Assured by Thy Spir­it di­vine;

That Thou art nigh

for­ev­er nigh

My on­ly com­fort! I am Thine.