1 My all I to my God commend,
Who all doth to His purpose bend;
My life resigning to His will;
Mine to lie still,
Or his designs alone fulfill.
2 This earth is but a vale of tears,
Where grief on every side appears;
Sad hours of conflict, toil, and woe
Here ebb and flow,
Till we are summoned hence to go.
3 Today with joy our hearts beat high;
Tomorrow in the grave we lie:
Though as the rose we bloom today,
We soon decay,
And sorrow everywhere hath sway.
4 Lord, may we meditate aright
How soon we all must fade from sight,
How swiftly from the earth we fly,
All born to die,
Rich, poor, wise, simple, low and high.
5 Few are our days and sad below,
Our daily bread is toil and woe:
But God in His good time will send
A peaceful end:
Death from a foe is made a friend.
6 And though our sins against us rise,
To heaven we lift our trusting eyes;
For God is merciful, and gave,
Our souls to save,
His Son belovéd to the grace.
7 This thought in every pain and grief
Brings comfort, sweet and full relief,
That we shall rise when Christ appears,
No more in tears,
As now, in these our pilgrim years.
8 O Jesus Christ, the Son of God,
Who hast redeemed us with Thy blood,
Thy precious wounds our refuge be:
For rest we flee,
O Lord, our only hope, to Thee.
Source: The Lutheran Hymnary #481