As Christ Chooses. RICHARD BAXTER. LORD, it belongs not to my care To love and serve thee is my share, If life be long, I will be glad If short, yet why should I be sad To soar to endless day? Christ leads me through no darker rooms Than he went through before; He that unto God's kingdom comes Must enter by his door. Come, Lord, when grace has 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 My knowledge of that life is small, But 'tis enough that Christ knows all, The Blessed Hope. REV. AUGUSTUS M. TOPLADY. WHEN languor and disease invade Sweet to look inward, and attend Sweet to look back, and see my name Eternal joys my own; Sweet to reflect how grace divine My sins on Jesus laid; Sweet to remember that his blood My debt of suffering paid; Sweet in his righteousness to stand, Sweet on his faithfulness to rest, Sweet in the confidence of faith Sweet to rejoice in lively hope That when my change shall come, Soon too my slumbering dust shall hear Sweet, blessed hope! There I at last Be with his likeness satisfied, And grieve and sin no more; Shall see him wear that very flesh If such the views which grace unfolds, What raptures must the Church above If such the sweetness of the stream, Where saints and angels draw their bliss Oh! may the unction of these truths For ever with me stay; Till from her sinful cage dismissed, 21 |