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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 ev'ry 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 trembling hope,
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 wealth 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 would at the fountain live,
When all the streams are dried.
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