HYMN 457

H.C 304 6.10s (FE 482)



1.  LONG did I toil, and knew no earthy rest

     Far did I rove, and found no certain home 

     At last I sought themin His sheltering breast 

     Who opens His arms, and bids the

     weary come

     With Him I found a home, a rest divine 

     And I since then am His, and He is mine.


2.  The good I have is from his stores supplied 

     The ill is only what He deems the best

     He for my friend, I’m rich with nought 

     beside and poor

     Without HIm, though of all possess’d 

     Changes may come, I take or I resign 

     Content, while I am His, while He is mine.


3.  Whate’er my change in Him no changes is seen 

     A glorious such that wanes not nor declines 

     Above the clouds and storms he walks serene 

     And sweetly on His people's darkness shines 

     All may depart, I fret not, nor repine

     While I my saviour’s am, while He is mine.


4.  While here, alas! I know but half his love 

     But half discern Him, and half adore 

     But when I meet Him in the realms above 

     I hope to love Him better, praise Him more 

     And tell, and tell, amid the choir divine 

     How fully I am his, and He is mine.  Amen