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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,
As I have heaven.
O peace—O holy rest,
O balmy breath of love!
O 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.
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Meter:
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6 6 6 4
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Ps 119:94;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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I AM THINE OWN O CHRIST
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6 6 6 4
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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