He Is Mine

O Christ, I yearn for more of Thee; Reveal, reveal Thyself to me, And satisfy this heart That would be Thine alone. I want Thee wholly, not in part, I want to know that mine Thou art, To know that I am known; Within this breast Thy love has glowed, Oh, come and make it Thine abode. When I can see Thy face divine, A sunbeam seems on me to shine, And if Thou turn away, Joy ceases to be joy. Night's blackest darkness stifles day. I am of restless grief the prey, I ts idle sport and...