If God Is Mine

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 frame

Their ut­most force re­pel.

If He is mine

let friends for­sake

Let wealth and hon­ors 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.

O

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.