E R. Havergal

NOT your own, but His ye are,

Who hath paid a price untold,

For your life, exceeding far,

All earth’s store of gems and gold:

With the precious blood of Christ,

Ransom treasure all unpriced,

Full redemption is procured,

Full salvation is assured.


Not your own, but His by right,

His peculiar treasure now;

Fair and precious in His sight,

Purchased jewels for His brow.

He will keep what thus He sought,

Safely guard the dearly bought,

Cherish that which He did choose,

Always love and never lose.


Not your own, to Him ye owe

All your life and all your love;

Live, that ye His praise may show

Who is yet all praise above.

Every day and every hour,

Every gift and every power,

Consecrate to Him alone,

Who hath claimed you for His own.


Teach us, Master, how to give

All we have and are to Thee;

Grant us, Saviour, while we live,

Wholly, only Thine to be,

Henceforth be our calling high,

Thee to serve and glorify:

Ours no longer, but Thine own,

Thine forever, Thine alone.


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