ALL THINGS ARE YOURS.
|For all things are yours; whether Paul, or Apollos, or Cephas, or the world, or life, or death, or things present, or or things to come; all are yours.| -- 1 Cor.3:21,22.
|Alles ist euer! -- O Worte des ewigen Lebens.|
transl., Jane Borthwick, 1855
All things are yours! Oh! sweet message of mercy divine!
Christian brothers, rejoice in your portion and mine!
Ours the high prize,
Which poor sinners despise,
And for a vain world resign.
Raise your affections and heart to your home in the sky,
Then let the earth and its vanities wither and die;
Your joys shall last,
When theirs are long past --
Your treasure is laid up on high.
All things are yours, my beloved! our Lord from above
Watches his people with tender compassiou and love.
Hear his dear voice:
|My brethren, rejoice!
Nothing your safety shall move!|
All of things present that earth and her fulness can yield,
All of things future from knowledge and fancy concealed,
Life's varied tale,
Death's dark, dreaded vale,
All as your portion revealed!
Heaven and earth, and the sea, and the systems of light,
Spirits unnumbered, angelic hosts holy and bright,
All are for thee,
Brother! be joyful with me,
Let us in praises unite!
Does thy heart sink in the conflict with fear and despair?
Are tears overflowing from fountains of sorrow and care?
On yonder shore,
See, they are weeping no more --
Old things have passed away there!
Praise to the Savior, whose death our salvation secures!
Praise to the Father, whose mercy for ever endures!
New songs of praise
Evermore let us raise.
Amen! yes, all things are yours!