“All Things Are Yours.”

TREMBLING BOW, dry up thy tears,
All things are thine;
Bid farewell to doubts and fears,
All things are thine;
What though earthly hopes remove,
Earthly friends unfaithful prove,
Tried believer, look above,
All things are thine.

Hid in Christ, thy risen Lord,
All things are thine;
Nought can change the written word,
All things are thine;
Earthly hopes may disappear,
Leaving thee no prospect here,
But with Jesus ever near,
All things are thine.

Though of dearest friends bereft,
All things are thine;
Thou art rich since Christ is left,
All things are thine;
Journey on, nor fear the road,
Leading to thy blest abode,
Murmur not, but trust in God,
All things are thine.

Trembling one, rejoice and sing,
All things are thine;
Even death has lost its sting,
All things are thine;
Soon where endless pleasures dwell,
Jesus’ praise thy lips shall swell,
Happy Christian, all is well,
All things are thine.