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 LORD, I'M THINE. 



Lord, I'm Thine, yes, Thine, forever; 



Bod}-, spirit, soul and time, 

 Sinful chains control me never; 



I'm united to the vine. 

 Hark ! I hear the sirens' music. 



Once it thrilled my soul with joy; 

 Butnowthesongof Christ's redemption, 



All my energies employ. 



Farewell, sin, your power is broken, 

 Jesus rules as King and Priest, 



And in each moment of earth 's conflict. 

 He will give sufficient grace. 



Friends may call me from this rapture, 



Loved ones say, ' 'you owe us much, ' ' 

 Claiming thus my heart's devotions; 



They would kill with love's kind 

 touch. 

 Thus are all 1113- heart-strings broken, 



And my tears flow freely down, 

 But self-denial is a token, 



Of my never fading crown. 



Do the saints await us yonder ? 



And their faces shall we see ? 

 Dare we earth 's attractions ponder ? 



Only Christ is victory. 

 Sinner, pray, no longer tarry; 



On the dang'rous ground of sin. 

 Oh! haste thee ! up, no time to linger,. 



For the night is setting in. 



