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, That shall have the same pay? Christ leads me through no darker rooms Than He went through before; He that unto God's kingdom comes Must enter by this door. 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! Then I shall end my sad complaints, And weary, sinful days; And join with the triumphant saints, To sing Jehovah's praise. 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: JANUARY by EDMUND SPENSER SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 2 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY TO HIS HEART, BIDDING IT HAVE NO FEAR by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO HIS DEAR FRIEND MR. JOHN EMELY by WILLIAM BOSWORTH DAWNLIGHT ON THE SEA by ADA CAMBRIDGE SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 121 by BLISS CARMAN ON TAKING LEAVE OF - , 1817 [SHORTER VERSION OF 'TO TWO SISTERS'] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |