Words: , Hymns and Sac­red Po­ems, 1749.

A hymn with an ex­tra­or­din­a­ry his­to­ry of bless­ing ev­er since it was writ­ten. How it can be used, an in­ci­dent in Jo­seph Ent­wisle’s Mem­oir may show. He was anx­ious­ly seek­ing the par­don­ing mer­cy of God, when ‘a pi­ous young man said to him, as they were walk­ing to­ge­ther along Mos­e­ley Street, Man­ches­ter, on their way to the cha­pel at Birch­in Lane, “Jo­seph, I will read you a hymn which those of us sing who know our sins for­giv­en.” He then opened his hymn-book, and read the beau­ti­ful hymn on adop­tion, be­gin­ning “My God, I am Thine.” He was much struck with it, not hav­ing heard or read it be­fore; and ex­pressed an ar­dent de­sire to be en­a­bled to adopt its lang­uage as de­script­ive of his own ex­per­i­ence. He was much en­cour­aged by the as­sur­ance giv­en him by his pi­ous friend, who lived in the per­son­al en­joy­ment of this bless­ing, that he might soon at­tain it, and be en­a­bled from hap­py ex­per­i­ence to sing the hymn with him.’

Music: Com­fort (To­ron­to) anon­y­mous, in the Meth­od­ist Hymn and Tune Book (To­ron­to, Can­a­da: Meth­od­ist Book and Pub­lish­ing House, 1895), num­ber 351.

My God, I am Thine, what a comfort divine,
What a blessing to know that my Jesus is mine!
In the heavenly Lamb thrice happy I am,
And my heart it doth dance at the sound of His Name.

True pleasures abound in the rapturous sound;
And whoever hath found it hath paradise found:
My Jesus to know, and feel His blood flow,
’Tis life everlasting, ’tis Heaven below.

Yet onward I haste to the heavenly feast:
That, that is the fulness; but this is the taste!
And this I shall prove, till with joy I remove
To the heaven of heavens in Jesus’ love.