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.

L.M.D.          J. G. Deck