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.
Christ leads me through no darker rooms
Than he went through before.
He that into his kingdom comes
Must enter by that 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
That sing my Saviour’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.
Richard Baxter (1615-91).