"NOT your own!" but His ye are, Who hath paid a price untold For your life, exceeding far All earth's store of gems and gold. With the precious blood of Christ, Ransom treasure all unpriced, Full redemption is procured, Full salvation is assured. "Not your own!" but His by right, His peculiar treasure now, Fair and precious in His sight, Purchased jewels for His brow. He will keep what thus He sought, Safely guard the dearly bought, Cherish that which He did choose, Always love and never lose. "Not your own!" but His, the King, His, the Lord of earth and sky, His, to whom archangels bring Homage deep and praises high. What can royal birth bestow? Or the proudest titles show? Can such dignity be known As the glorious name "His own"? "Not your own!" to Him ye owe All your life and all your love; Live, that ye His praise may show, Who is yet all praise above. Every day and every hour, Every gift and every power, Consecrate to Him alone, Who hath claimed you for His own. Teach us, Master, how to give All we have and are to Thee; Grant us, Saviour, while we live, Wholly, only, Thine to be. Henceforth be our calling high Thee to serve and glorify; Ours no longer, but Thine own, Thine forever, Thine alone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 4 by EZRA POUND WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH by WALT WHITMAN RENEWAL by GLADYS NAOMI ARNOLD A NIGHT IN JUNE by ALFRED AUSTIN THE BANJO FIEND by WILLARD GROSVENOR BLEYER THE WEDDING FEAST: 3 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |