If God Is Mine Then Present Things


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.

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.

The Southern Harmony