1 Tell me not of earthly pleasures,
Tempt me not with sordid gain;
Mock me not with earth's illusions,
I am weaned from sinful idols;
I am not my own,
I am not my own.
I belong to Jesus,
And I am not my own.
2 Oh, the blessed rest it brings us
We can draw on all His fulness
When we've nothing of our own.
Blessed Jesus, take me, own me,
Make me, keep me wholly Thine.
I am not my own,
I am not my own.
I belong to Jesus,
And I am not my own.
3 Weary soul, give up the struggle,
Cease at length thyself to own;
Once He gave His all to win thee,
I am not my own,
I am not my own.
I belong to Jesus,
And I am not my own.