If God is mine then present things
And things to come are mine;
Yea, Christ, his word, and Spirit, too,
And glory all divine.
If he is mine then from his love
He every trouble sends;
All things are working for my good,
And bliss his rod attends.
If he is mine I need not fear
The rage of earth and hell;
He will support my feeble power,
Their utmost force repel.
If he is mine let friends forsake,
Let wealth and honor flee;
Sure he who giveth me himself
Is more than these to me.
If he is mine I'll boldly pass
Through death's tremendous vale;
He is a solid comfort when
All other comforts fail.
Oh! tell me, Lord, that thou art mine;
What can I wish beside?
My soul shall at the fountain live,
When all the streams are dried.