My cause is God's, and I am still, Let Him do with me as He will; Whether for me the fight is won, 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. | In Him my Saviour I abide, I know for all my sins He died, And risen again to work my good, The burning flood Hath quench'd with His most precious blood. | 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. | 211 This is my solace, day by day, 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! | O Jesus Christ, Thou Son of God, Who once for me didst bear the rod, Ah hide me in Thy wounded heart When I depart; My help, my hope, Thou only art! | 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. | |