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 Sav­ior I abide,
I know for all my sins He died,
And ris’n again to work my good,
The burn­ing flood
Hath quenched 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.

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 Je­sus’ 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 Heav’n with Thee,
To praise Thee there eter­nal­ly.