Clasping of Hands

 LORD, Thou art mine, and I am Thine, 
If mine I am; and Thine much more 
Then I or ought or can be mine.
 
Yet to be Thine doth me restore, 
So that again I now am mine, 
And with advantage mine the more, 
Since this being mine brings with it Thine, 
And Thou with me dost Thee restore: 
If I without Thee would be mine, 
I neither should be mine nor Thine.
 

Lord, I am Thine, and Thou art mine; 
So mine Thou art, that something more 
I may presume Thee mine then Thine, 
For Thou didst suffer to restore 
Not Thee, but me, and to be mine: 
And with advantage mine the more, 
Since Thou in death wast none of Thine, 
Yet then as mine didst me restore: 
O, be mine still; still make me Thine; 
Or rather make no Thine and Mine.

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