My cause is God's, and I am His,

Let Him do with me as He will;

Whether for me the race is run,

Or scarce begun,

I ask no more--His will be done!

My sins are more than I can bear,

Yet not for this will I despair,

I know to death and to the grave

The Father gave

His dearest Son, that He might save.

To Him I live and die alone,

Death cannot part Him from His own;

Living or dying, I am His

Who only is

Our comfort, and our gate of bliss.

This is my solace, day by days

When snares and death beset my way,

I know that at the morn of doom

From out the tomb

With joy to meet Him I shall come.

Then I shall see God face to face,

I doubt it not, through Jesu's grace,

Amid the joys prepared for me

Thanks be to Thee

Who givest us the victory!

Amen, dear God! now send us faith,

And at the last a happy death;

And grant us all ere long to be

In heaven with Thee,

To praise Thee there eternally.