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,
Since God appoints my day?
Christ leads me through no darker rooms,
Than He went through before;
And he that to God's kingdom comes,
Must enter by His door.
Come! then, since grace has made me meet,
Thy blessed face to see;
For if Thy work on earth be sweet,
What will Thy glory be?
Then, then, shall end my sad complaints,
My desert pilgrim days, -
End—in the triumph of the Saints, -
In endless songs of 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.
From BAXTER.