The poem
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.
This poem is incredible. The rhetoric and rhythm are tightly fused, creating a strong "grip" on the reader, not found to this extent in most of the ethereal or theological works I've been reading. I wonder, however, why little to no criticism exists on this poem; perhaps it is considered too "catchy." I think it is a sublime work I'll read again and again.