If Christ is mine, then all is mine, And more than angels know; Both present things and things to come, And grace and glory, too. If He is mine, then, though He frown, He never will forsake; His chastisements all work for good, And but His love bespeak. If He is mine, I need not fear, The rage of earth and hell; He will support my feeble frame, And all their power repel. If He is mine, let friends forsake, And earthly comforts flee; He, the Dispenser of all good, Is more than these to me. If He is mine, I???ll fearless pass Through death???s tremendous vale; He???ll be my Comfort and my Stay When heart and flesh shall fail. Let Jesus tell me He is mine, I nothing want beside: My soul shall at the Fountain live When all the streams are dried