H. Bradley
I AM Thine own, O Christ;
Henceforth entirely Thine;
And life from this glad hour,
New life is mine.
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No earthly joy can lure
My quiet soul from Thee;
This deep delight, so pure,
Is heaven to me.
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My joyful song of praise
In sweet content I sing:
To Thee the note I raise,
My King! my King!
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I cannot tell the art
By which such bliss is given;
I know Thou hast my heart,
And I have heaven.
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O peace, O holy rest,
O balmy breath of love;
O heart, divinest, best,
Thy depth I prove.
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I ask this gift of Thee,
A life all lily-fair;
And fragrant as the place
Where seraphs are.