Lord, it belongs not to my care
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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 unto God's Kingdom comes Must enter by this door. Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see; For if thy work on earth be sweet, What will thy glory be! Then shall I 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. |
Non quaero, mihi sit datum vivamne an peream; tibi servire sit meum tuam per gratiam. Opacum ducis per locum? Ibi isti tu prius; nec itur aliis tuum in regnum foribus. Appareas, si fecerit me dignum gratia; cum dulce opus terrestre sit, quid gloria tua! Tum non peccatis domitus diutius querar, qui tecum triumphantibus sanctis adiciar. Non vita qualis illa sit (lippa est fides) scio: sat est quod Christus omne scit comes cui tunc ero. |