1 Lord, it belongs
not to my care
Whether I should die or live;
To love and serve
Thee is my share,
And this Thy grace must give.
If life be long,
I will be glad,
That I may long obey;
If short, yet why
should I be sad
To welcome endless day?
2 Christ leads me thro’
no darker rooms
Than He went thro’ before;
He that unto
God’s kingdom comes
Must enter by this door.
Come, Lord, when grace
hath made me meet
Thy blessed face to see;
For if Thy work
on earth be sweet,
What will Thy glory be!
3 Then I shall end
my sad complaints
and weary sinful days,
and join with the
triumphant saints
that sing my Saviour’s praise.
My knowledge of
that life is small,
The eye of faith is dim;
But ‘tis enough
that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with Him!
