LORD, it belongs not to my care, Whether I 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 soar to endless day? CHRIST leads me through no darker rooms Than He went through before; He that unto GOD's kingdom comes, Must enter by this door. Come, LORD, when grace has made me meet Thy blesséd face to see; For if Thy work on earth be sweet, What will Thy glory be! Then I shall end my sad complaints, And weary, sinful days; And join with the triumphant saints, To sing JEHOVAH'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. |