Since I am Thine, Lord, and Thou art mine,
Purchased and kept by pow­er di­vine;
Tho’ so un­wor­thy, O let me be
Conscious that Thou art liv­ing in me.

Since I am Thine, Lord, and Thou art mine,
Tho’ but a branch whilst Thou art the vine;
Prune me and train me, that I may be
Fruitful in ser­vice, Mas­ter, for Thee.

Since I am Thine, Lord, and Thou art mine,
Oh, that through me Thy glo­ry may shine;
Filled with Thy Spir­it, grant me this plea:
That all shall see Thy like­ness in me.

Since I am Thine, Lord, and on­ly Thine,
Joy thrills my soul, for now Thou art mine;
Thou art in me and I am in Thee,
Thine all the praise and glo­ry shall be.

Since I am Thine, Lord, saved by Thy grace,
Oh, how I long to see Thy dear face;
Help me to serve and pa­tient­ly wait
Till I pass through the hea­ven­ly gate.