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as Christ Chaoses.
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,
Angels shall hover round my bed,
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,
My spirit flees away.