Since God is mine, then present things

And things to come are mine;

Yea, Christ, his word, and Spirit, too,

And glory all divine.

2 Since he is mine, then from his love

He every trouble sends;

All things are working for my good,

And bliss his rod attends.

3 Since he is mine, I need not fear

The rage of earth and hell;

He will support my feeble power,

Their utmost force repel.

4 Since he is mine, let friends forsake,

Let wealth and honors flee:

Sure, he who giveth me himself,

Is more than these to me.

5 Since he is mine, I’ll boldly pass

Through death’s dark, lonely vale:

He is my comfort and my stay,

When heart and flesh shall fail.

6 And now, O Lord, since thou art mine,

What can I wish beside?

My soul shall at the fountain live,

When all the streams are dried.