Why should cross and trial grieve me?
Christ is near with his cheer;
never will he leave me.
Who can rob me of the heaven
that God’s Son for my own
to my faith hath given?
God oft gives me days of gladness;
shall I grieve if he give
seasons, too, of sadness?
God is good and tempers ever
all my ill, and he will
wholly leave me never.
Death cannot destroy forever;
from our fears, cares, and tears
it will us deliver.
It will close life’s mournful story;
make a way that we may
enter heav’nly glory.
Lord, my Shepherd, take me to thee.
Thou art mine; I was thine,
even ere I knew thee.
I am thine, for thou hast bought me;
lost I stood, but thy blood
free salvation brought me.
Thou art mine; I love and own thee.
Light of joy, ne’er shall I
from my heart dethrone thee.
Savior, let me soon behold thee
face to face; may thy grace
evermore enfold me.