Lord, It Belongs Not to My Care

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 bless­èd 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.