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. Christ leads us through no darker rooms Than He went thro' 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! 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.