P. P. Bilhorn

P.M.

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!