Plenteous pastures, fresh and green,
Spread before me.
Watchers from the world unseen
Hov'ring o'er me.
God the Spirit for my Guest,
Sheltered in my Saviour's breast,
Saved by what He wrought for me,
On the Cross at Calvary.
Soon His blessed face to see,
And like Him forever be.

Mine the Father's endless love:
Naught can sever.
Mine the glorious home above,
Mine forever.
Mine the secrets of His heart-
He and I no more to part,
Evermore at Jesus' feet,
There, my heart, His heart to meet,
In communion full and sweet,
Then our joy will be complete.

Mine the strength that weakness needs;
Mighty power !
Mine the help dependence pleads,
Hour by hour.
Mine the everlasting arm,
E'er to shield me from all harm.
Mine the fields of wisdom wide;
Mine forever to abide
Close to His once pierced side,
There may I in safety hide.

He the Saviour, I the lost,
Hopelessly.
I the debtor, His the cost,
Paid for me.
His the sorrow and the shame,
Mine the joy through Jesus' Name.
He the stricken, I the blest;
I the franchised, He th'oppressed,
His the labor, mine the rest,
Mine the refuge on His breast.
His the burden of my sin,
Mine no more;
Mine the peace He died to win.
Rich the store
He hath treasured up for me,
We shall share eternally;
While the mem'ry of His grace
Every sorrow shall efface.
Oh, what joy 'twill be to trace
Jesus' love in Jesus' face !

Mine the blessed Saviour-God,
Night and day.
Mine the Shepherd's staff and rod
On the way.
Mine to follow, His to lead,
His to furnish all my need.
Mine to hearken, His to chide,
His my wayward feet to guide
By the quiet water's side,
There to rest me satisfied.

Mine to wait a little while
Till He come.
Then the brightness of His smile,
Welcome home.
Then the music of His voice
All my being shall rejoice,
There with loved ones to retrace
All the story of His grace;
There to tell His wondrous ways
Out of hearts o'erfilled with praise.

H. McD.