Lord, it belongs not to my care, <br />Whether I die or live; <br />To love and serve Thee is my share, <br />And this thy grace must give. <br /> <br />If death shall braize this springing seed, <br />Before it come to fruit; <br />The will with Thee goes for the deed, <br />Thy life was in the root. <br /> <br />Thou lead'st me through no darker rooms <br />Than Christ went through before; <br />He that into thy kingdom comes, <br />Must enter by this Door. <br /> <br />Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet <br />Thy blessed face to see; <br />For if thy work on earth be sweet, <br />What will thy glory be? <br /> <br />Thy knowledge of that life is small; <br />The eye of faith is dim; <br />But, it's enough my God knows all, <br />And I shall be with Him.<br /><br />Richard Baxter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lord-it-belongs-not-to-my-care/
