MINE AND THINE. LL that I was - my sin, my guilt, My death was all my own; All that I am, I owe to Thee, My gracious God, alone. The evil of my former state The darkness of my former state,. Thy grace first made me feel my sin, It taught me to believe; Then, in believing, peace I found, And now I live, I live. All that I am, even here on earth, All that I hope to be, When Jesus comes, and glory dawns, I owe it, Lord, to Thee. HORATIUS BONAR, un people, al wit en and givescss dinging; P'uls to God, our 12. ps for his micele at l t rly he hath redeem & us! The devil's captive, bound I lay, bar la death's chains ford rn; sins distressed me night and day, The sin witin me born; would not do the thing Is mid, life was nothing good, Sin had possessed me wholly. Ar good works could no comfort shed, Worthless must they be rated; Shinee will to all good was dead, | God's just judgments hated. fe of all hope my sins bereft, |