1 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.
2 If life be long, I will be glad
That I may long obey;
If short, yet why should I be sad
To end his toilsome day.
3 Christ leads me thro' no darker rooms
Than He went thro' before;
He that into God's kingdom comes
Must enter by this door.
4 Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet
Thy blessed face to see;
For if Thy work on earth be sweet,
What will Thy glory be?
5 Then I shall end my sad complaints
And weary sinful days
And join with the triumphant saints
Who sing my Savior's praise.
6 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.
|First Line:||Lord, it belongs not to my care|
|Title:||Lord, It Belongs Not to My Care|
|Author:||Richard Baxter (1681, cento. alt.)|
|Topic:||Cross and Comfort|
|Source:||"Tochter Zion," Cologne, 1741|