Why should cross and trial grieve me?
Christ is near with His cheer,
Never will He leave me.
Who can rob me of the Hea­ven
That God’s Son for my own
To my faith hath given?

Though a heavy cross I’m bearing
And my heart feels the smart,
Shall I be despairing?
God, my Helper, who doth send it,
Well doth know all my woe
And how best to end it.

God oft gives me days of gladness;
Shall I grieve if He give
Seasons, too, of sadness?
God is good and tempers ever
All my ill, and He will
Wholly leave me ne­ver.

Hopeful, cheerful, and undaunted
Everywhere they appear
Who in Christ are planted.
Death itself cannot appall them,
They rejoice when the voice
Of their Lord doth call them.

Death cannot destroy for­ev­er;
From our fears, cares and tears
It will us deliver.
It will close life’s mournful story,
Make a way that we may
Enter heavenly glo­ry.

What is all this life possesses?
But a hand full of sand
That the heart distresses.
Noble gifts that pall me ne­ver
Christ, our Lord, will accord
To His saints for­ev­er.

Lord, my Shepherd, take me to Thee.
Thou art mine; I was Thine
Even ere I knew Thee.
I am Thine, for Thou hast bought me;
Lost I stood, but Thy blood
Free sal­va­tion bought me.

Thou art mine; I love and own Thee.
Light of joy, ne’er shall I
From my heart dethrone Thee.
Savior, let me soon behold Thee
Face to face—may Thy grace
Evermore enfold me!