As Christ Chooses

( Originally Published 1868 )

RICHARD BAXTER

LORD, it beongs 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 me through no darker rooms
Than he went through before ;
He that unto God's kingdom comes
Must enter by his 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 gory be?

Then shall I end my sad complaints,
And weary, sinful days,
And join with the triumphant saints
That 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.