Thine, Je­sus, Thine,
No more this heart of mine
Shall seek its joy apart from Thee;
The world is cru­ci­fied to me,
And I am Thine,
And I am Thine.

Thine, Thine alone,
My joy, my hope, my crown;
Now earthly things may fade and die,
They charm my soul no more, for I
Am Thine alone,
Am Thine alone.

Thine, ever Thine,
Forever to recline
On love eter­nal, fixed and sure,
Yes, I am Thine for­ev­er­more,
Lord Je­sus, Thine,
Lord Je­sus, Thine.

Thine, Je­sus, Thine,
Soon in Thy crown to shine,
When from the glo­ry Thou shalt come
And with Thy saints shall take me home,
Lord Je­sus, come,
Lord Je­sus, come.