C. E. Mudie

10.10.10.10.

I LIFT my heart to Thee,

Saviour Divine,

For Thou art all to me,

And I am Thine:

Is there on earth a closer bond than this,

That my Beloved’s mine, and I am His?

2

Thine am I by all ties;

But chiefly Thine,

That through Thy sacrifice

Thou, Lord, art mine:

By Thine own cords of love, so sweetly wound

Around me, closely I to Thee am bound.

3

To Thee, Thou Bleeding Lamb,

I all things owe;

All that I have and am,

And all I know:

All that I have is now no longer mine,

And I am not my own: Lord, I am Thine.

4

How can I, Lord, withhold

Life’s brightest hour

From Thee; or gathered gold,

Or any power?

Why should I keep one precious thing from Thee,

When Thou hast given Thine own dear Self for me?

5

I pray Thee, Saviour, keep

Me in Thy love,

Until death’s hallowed sleep

Shall me remove

To that fair realm, where, sin and sorrow o’er,

Thou and Thine own are One forevermore.