1 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?
2 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.
3 Death cannot destroy for ever;
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.
4 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.
5 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!