We are the Lord’s; His all suf­fi­cient merit,
Sealed on the cross, to us this grace ac­cords.
We are the Lord’s and all things shall in­he­rit;
Whether we live or die, we are the Lord’s.

We are the Lord’s; then let us glad­ly ten­der
Our souls to Him in deeds, not emp­ty words.
Let heart and tongue and life com­bine to ren­der
No doubt­ful wit­ness that we are the Lord’s.

We are the Lord’s; no dark­ness brood­ing o’er us
Can make us trem­ble while this star af­fords
A stea­dy light along the path be­fore us—
Faith’s full as­sur­ance that we are the Lord’s.

We are the Lord’s; no ev­il can be­fall us
In the dread hour of life’s fast loos­en­ing cords;
No pangs of death shall ev­en then ap­pall us.
Death we shall van­quish, for we are the Lord’s.