Classic Poem

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.

If life be long I will be glad,
That I may long obey;
If short—yet why should I be sad
To soar to endless day?

C HRIST leads me through no darker rooms
Than He went through before;
He that unto G OD 's kingdom comes,
Must enter by this door.

Come, Lord , when grace has made me meet
Thy blessèd face to see;
For if Thy work on earth be sweet,
What will Thy glory be!

Then I shall end my sad complaints,
And weary, sinful days;
And join with the triumphant saints,
To sing J EHOVAH 's praise.

My knowledge of that life is small,
The eye of faith is dim;
But 'tis enough that C HRIST knows all,
And I shall be with Him.