I lift my heart to Thee, Sav­ior divine;
For Thou art all to me, and I am Thine;
Is there on earth a clos­er bond than this,
That my Be­lov­èd’s mine, and I am His?

Thine am I by all ties; but chief­ly Thine,
That through Thy sac­ri­fice Thou, Lord, art mine.
By Thine own cords of love, so sweet­ly wound,
Around me, I to Thee am close­ly bound.

To Thee, Thou bleed­ing Lamb, I all things owe—
All that I have, and am, and all I know.
All that I have is now no long­er mine,
And I am not mine own; Lord, I am Thine.

How can I, Lord, with­hold life’s bright­est hour
From Thee; or ga­thered gold, or any pow­er?
Why should I keep one pre­cious thing from Thee;
When Thou hast giv’n Thine own dear self for me?

I pray Thee, Sav­ior, keep me in Thy love,
Until death’s ho­ly sleep shall me re­move
To that fair realm where, sin and sor­row o’er,
Thou and Thine own are one for­ev­er­more.