Lyrics
Loved with everlasting love,
Led by grace that love to know;
Gracious Spirit from above,
Thou hast taught me it is so!
O this full and precious peace!
O this transport all divine!
In a love which cannot cease,
I am His and He is mine.
Heav'n above is deeper blue;
Earth around is sweeter green;
Something lives in every hue
Christless eyes have never seen.
Birds with gladder songs o'erflow;
Flowers with deeper beauties shine;
Since I know, as now I know,
I am His and He is mine.
Taste the goodness of the Lord:
Welcomed home to His embrace,
All His love, as blood outpoured,
Seals the pardon of His grace.
Can I doubt His love for me,
When I trace that love's design?
By the cross of Calvary
I am His and He is mine.
His forever, only His!
Who the Lord and me shall part?
Ah, with what a rest of bliss
Christ can fill the loving heart!
Heav'n and earth may fade and flee,
Firstborn light in gloom decline;
But while God and I shall be,
I am His and He is mine.
Public domain hymn text (published 1877). Also known by its refrain line, "I Am His and He Is Mine."
The Story Behind the Hymn
"Loved with Everlasting Love" was written by George Wade Robinson in 1876, the year before its publication in Hymns of Consecration and Faith (1877). Robinson was an Irish poet and Congregational minister who served as co-pastor at York Street Chapel in Dublin, then held pastorates at St. John's Wood in Dudley and Union Chapel in Brighton. He died young, at thirty-nine, not long after writing this, his best-known hymn.
The tune, EVERLASTING LOVE, was composed by James Mountain, who also compiled the hymnal in which the text first appeared. The hymn is often referred to by its recurring closing line, "I Am His and He Is Mine" — a phrase that ends every one of its four stanzas, turning a single declaration of belonging into the hymn's structural backbone.
What stands out in Robinson's text is how thoroughly the assurance he describes reshapes ordinary perception: the sky reads as a deeper blue, the earth as a sweeter green, birdsong as gladder, flowers as more richly colored — "something lives in every hue Christless eyes have never seen." It is less a hymn of argument than of altered sight, the world made newly vivid by the certainty running underneath it.
Robinson left behind little else in the way of enduring hymnody, but this one text has carried his name well past his short life — a testimony, in its own way, to the very kind of love that cannot cease that it describes.
