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 welcome 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 hath made me meet
Thy bless�d 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
That sing my Savior�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.