Lord, I Am Thine; But Thou Wilt Prove
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
|Lord, I am thine; but thou wilt prove|
My faith, my patience, and my love:
When men of spite against me join,
They are the sword, the hand is thine.
2. Their hope and portion lies below:
3. What sinners value I resign;
|4. This life's a dream, an empty show;|
But the bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and sincere:
When shall I wake and find me there?
5. O glorious hour! O blest abode!
6. My flesh shall slumber in the ground