I know, I know. The reality is that I am Thine. But because of that, Thou art mine, and so I can sing this song:
Dear Savior, Thou art mine,
How sweet the thought to me;
Let me repeat Thy name,
And lift my heart to Thee.
““Mine! Mine! Mine!
““I know Thou art mine;
““Savior, dear Savior,
“`I know Thou art mine.
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Thou art the sinner’s friend,
So I Thy friendship claim,
A sinner saved by grace,
When Thy sweet message came.
My hardened heart was touched;
Thy pard’ning voice I heard;
And joy and peace came in
While list’ning to Thy word.
So let me sing Thy praise,
So let me call Thee mine.
I cannot doubt Thy word,
I know that I am Thine.
