Lord, it belongs not to my care
Whether I die or live;
To love and serve you is my share,
And this your grave must give.
If life be long, I will be glad,
That I may long obey;
If short, yet why should I be sad;
It shall have the same pay.
Would I long bear my heavy load
And keep my sorrows long?
Would I long sin against my God,
And his dear mercy wrong?
How much is sinful flesh my foe,
Which does my soul pervert;
Which does linger here in sin and woe,
And steals from God my heart?
Christ leads me thu' no darker room
Than he went thru' before;
He who into God's kingdom comes
Must enter by this door.
Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet
Thy blessed face to see,
For if your 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
Who sing Jehovah's praise.
My knowledge of that life is small;
The eye of faith is dim,
But it's enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with him.
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