My cause is God’s, and I am still,
Let Him do with me as He will;
Whether for me the fight is won,
Or scarce begun,
I ask no more—His will be done!
My sins are more than I can bear,
Yet not for this will I despair,
I know to death and to the grave
The Father gave
His dearest Son, that He might save.
In Him my Savior I abide,
I know for all my sins He died,
And ris’n again to work my good,
The burning flood
Hath quenched with His most precious blood.
To Him I live and die alone,
Death cannot part Him from His own;
Living or dying I am His
Who only is
Our comfort, and our gate of bliss.
This is my solace, day by day,
When snares and death beset my way,
I know that at the morn of doom
From out the tomb
With joy to meet Him I shall come.
Then I shall see God face to face,
I doubt it not, through Jesus’ grace,
Amid the joys prepared for me!
Thanks be to Thee
Who givest us the victory!
O Jesus Christ, Thou Son of God,
Who once for me didst bear the rod,
Ah, hide me in Thy wounded heart
When I depart;
My help, my hope, Thou only art!
Amen, dear God! now send us faith,
And at the last a happy death;
And grant us all ere long to be
In Heav’n with Thee,
To praise Thee there eternally.