1 It matters not—the manner of our going;
Sooner or later comes the Master’s call;
In summer’s sunshine, or in winter’s blowing,
The message comes to all.
2 It matters not, if only we are ready,
Doing His will, accepted by His grace,
Bearing the banner of our great hope steady,
And standing in our place.
3 It matters not—the way of life’s conclusion,
If by Redeeming Love we are possessed;
In deepest hush or wildest storm’s confusion—
The Father knoweth best.Source: Sacred Songs No. 2 #125