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.