Author: J. G. Deck ~ Meter: L.M.D.
Lord, we are Thine: bought by Thy blood. Once the poor guilty slaves of sin, But Thou redeemedst us to God, And mad'st Thy Spirit dwell within; Thou hast our sinful wanderings borne With love and patience all divine; As brands, then, from the burning torn, We own that we are wholly Thine. Lord, we are Thine: Thy claims we own, Ourselves to Thee we'd wholly give; Reign Thou within our hearts alone, And let us to Thy glory live; Here let us each Thy mind display, In all Thy gracious image shine; And haste that long-expected day When Thou shalt own that we are Thine.