P. P. Bilhorn
MY heart was not right
In my dear Savior’s sight,
I knew not the peace all sublime;
I came to His side,
And His blood was applied,
Hallelujah, I know He is mine!
I know He is mine,
Yes, I know He is mine,
I’ll doubt Him no longer,
I know He is mine.
2
My soul was distrest,
With its sorrow oppressed,
Till Jesus, my Savior I found,
But now He’s my theme,
While His Word keeps me clean;
Hallelujah, His grace doth abound!
3
I walk in the light
Of His presence so bright,
His love makes my heaven below,
I’ll sing of His grace
Till I see His dear face,
With the dear ones washed whiter than snow.
4
And there evermore
I’ll my Savior adore,
Give praise to His power divine,
I’ll fall at His feet
And the story repeat,
Hallelujah, I know He is mine!