Sing aloud unto God our strength.@Psalm 81:1
John B. Herbert (1852–1927)

Minerva D. Bateham, January 1874.

John B. Herbert (🔊 pdf nwc).

Minerva D. Bateham (1856–1885)

I am Thine, my blessèd Lord,
Thou hast died for me.
All I have and all I am,
Now belongs to Thee;
Give me of Thy heav’nly store,
Grace to love and serve Thee more,
Let Thy blood, a cleansing flood,
Make me pure and free.


In Thy love and fullness wide,
All my imperfections hide,
Ever in my heart abide,
All in all to me.

Oft methinks I hear Thy voice,
I have died for thee;
What has thou today, My child,
Wrought in love for Me?

Only little duties done,
Trials borne and victories won,
Small to show, yet this I know,
They were done for Thee.


Guided ever by Thy love,
All my way is bright;
Burdens Thou dost send me, Lord,
Borne for Thee are light.
While I closely cling to Thee,
What can harm or hinder me?
Every day a little way
Nearer Heaven and Thee.


So I’ll gladly journey on
Toward my heavenly home;
Walking in Thy strength alone,
Till the end shall come.
Then when Thy dear face I see,
This shall be my only plea:
I have tried—but Thou hast died,
Died, dear Lord, for me.

In Thy love and fullness wide,
All my imperfections hide,
Jesus, Savior, friend and guide,
Let me dwell with Thee!