MY BELOVED

Oh, I am my Beloved’s

And my Beloved's mine!

He brings a poor, vile sinner

Into His “house of wine;”

I stand upon His merit,

I know no other stand,

Not even where glory dwelleth

In Immanuel's land.

The bride eyes not her garment, But her dear bridegroom's face.

I will not gaze at glory,

But on my King of grace.

Not at the crown He giveth,

But on His pierced hand.

The Lamb is all the glory

Of Immanuel’s land.

Taken from THE WAY OF LIFE POSTAL BIBLE SCHOOL MAGAZINE August 1966