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Therefore myself is that one only thing / I hold to use or waste, to keep or give; / My sole possession every day I live, / And still mine own despite Time's winnowing. / Ever mine own, while moons and seasons bring / From crudeness ripeness mellow and sanative; / Ever mine own, till Death shall ply his sieve; / And still mine own, when saints break grave and sing. / And this myself as king unto my King / I give, to Him Who gave Himself for me; / Who gives Himself to me, and bids me sing / A sweet new song of His redeemed set free; / He bids me sing: O death, where is thy sting? / And sing: O grave, where is thy victory?