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
lf 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 into God's Kingdom comes
Must enter by this door.

Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet
Thy blessėd face to see,
For it thy work on earth be sweet,
What will thy glory be!

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.