Eleventh Sunday after Trinity

When I had wander'd from His fold
His love the wand'rer sought;
When slave-like into bondage sold.
His blood my freedom bought:
Therefore that life, by Him redeem'd.
Is His through aU its days,
And as with blessings it hath teem'd,
So let it teem with praise:
For I am His, and He is mine.
The God Whom I adore!
My Father, Saviour, Comforter,
Now and for evermore!

When I forgat His tender love.
And my affections set
Not upon holy things above.
He did not me forget:
But gently chastening, gently tried
To draw me back to bliss,
And hide me in His wounded side.
Therefore I'm tenfold His:
For I am His, and He is mine.
The God Whom I adore I
My Father, Saviour, Comforter,
Now and for evermore!

When sunk in sorrow, I despaired.
And changed my hopes for fears.
He bore my griefs, my burden shared.
And wiped away my tears:
Therefore the joy by Him restored
To Him by right belongs,
And to my gracious loving Lord
m sing through life my songs:
For I am His, and He is mine.
The God Whom I adore!
My Father, Saviour, Comforter,
Now and for evermore!

When I beneath my cross lay down.
And could no further move,
He raised me up. He show'd the crown.
And whispered, " I am love:"
Therefore that Love my song shall be.
And to my glorious King,
Through time and through eternity.
My life His praise shall sing;
For I am His, and He is mine.
The God Whom I adore!
My Father, Saviour, Comforter,
Now and for evermore!