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?

Though a hea­vy cross I’m bear­ing
And my heart feels the smart,
Shall I be des­pair­ing?
God, my help­er, who doth send it,
Well doth know all my woe
And how best to end it.

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.

Hopeful, cheer­ful, and un­daunt­ed
Everywhere they ap­pear
Who in Christ are plant­ed.
Death it­self can­not ap­pall them,
They re­joice when the voice
Of their Lord doth call them.

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 hea­ven­ly glo­ry.

What is all this life pos­sess­es?
But a hand full of sand
That the heart dis­tresses.
Noble gifts that pall me ne­ver
Christ, our Lord, will ac­cord
To His saints for­ev­er.

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 bought 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!