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. 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!