I Am Thine Own O Christ ! Henceforth Entirely Thine;
And Life From This Glad Hour, New Life, Is Mine.

No Earthly Joy Can Lure My Quiet Soul From Thee ;
This Deep Delight, So Pure, Is Heaven To Me.

My Joyful Song Of Praise In Sweet Content I Sing ;
To Thee The Note I Raise, My King ! My King !

I Cannot Tell The Art By Which Such Bliss Is Given ;
I Know Thou Hast My Heart, And I Have Heaven.

O Peace O Holy Rest, O Balmy Breath Of Love !
Heart, Divinest, Best Thy Depth I Prove !

I Ask This Gift Of Thee A Life All Lily-Fair,
And Fragrant As The Place Where Seraphs Are.