Lord, I Belong to Thee
When the tempter's darts at me are hurled,
And I see the pleasures of this world,
Lord, I think of Thy treasures unfurled…
And all I have in Thee.
Though Satan's alluring voice may call,
Enticing and tempting me to fall,
His offer has no appeal at all…
Oh, praise Thy Name I'm free!
Not one thing could compare with Thy grace,
Since I've entered Thy most Holy place;
The honey in the Rock I now taste…
Truly satisfies me.
What Satan offers can hold no light
To the wonders of Thy power and might,
Since I've been redeemed and given sight…
Lord, I Belong to Thee!
"They shall be abundantly satisfied with the fatness of thy house;
and thou shalt make them drink of the river of thy pleasures."
"For sin shall not have dominion over you: for ye are not under
the law, but under grace."