“ALL THINGS ARE YOURS.”

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Aut things are ours: how abundant the treasure !
All riches which heaven or earth can afford.

Oh! may our love, like His grace, without measure,
Abound to the glory and praise of the Lord,

All things are ours: be it sickness or sorrow,
Tis order’d in wisdom and infinite love.

Grief may endure for a night; but the morrow
Of glory will see us rejoicing above.

All things are ours: tho’ the body may perish,
We faint not to see it fast wasting away ;

The soul its bright visions of glory will cherish,
And strengthen in holiness day after day.

All things are ours: yea, the present affliction,
Though now through the gloom of mortality view’d,
For soon shall we joy in the blessed conviction
That thus it was good to be tried and subdued.

All things are ours: through the Saviour’s merit,

The shame of His cross, which must needs be our own,
Will brighten the glory that circles the spirit,

And sparkle like gems in our heavenly crown.

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