H. Bradley

6.6.6.4.

I AM Thine own, O Christ;

Henceforth entirely Thine;

And life from this glad hour,

New life is mine.

2

No earthly joy can lure

My quiet soul from Thee;

This deep delight, so pure,

Is heaven to me.

3

My joyful song of praise

In sweet content I sing:

To Thee the note I raise,

My King! my King!

4

I cannot tell the art

By which such bliss is given;

I know Thou hast my heart,

And I have heaven.

5

O peace, O holy rest,

O balmy breath of love;

O heart, divinest, best,

Thy depth I prove.

6

I ask this gift of Thee,

A life all lily-fair;

And fragrant as the place

Where seraphs are.