I came across this poem written by Richard Baxter (1600’s).
It speaks to the hope we have in Christ Jesus.
That our lives are best lived when our lives are in His hands.
That all our days are written in His book.
That we live each day on mission to make much of Him.
Now it belongs not to my care
Whether I die or live
To love and serve you is my share
And this your grace must give
If life be long, I will be glad
That I may long obey:
If short, then why should I be sad,
That shall have the same pay.
Christ leads me through no darker rooms
Then he went through before
He that into God’s Kingdom comes
Must enter by this door.
Come Lord, when grace has made me meet
Your blessed face to see;
For if your work on earth be sweet,
What shall your glory be?
Then I shall end my sad complaints
And weary sinful days,
And join with the triumphant Saints
And sing Jehovah’s praise.
My knowledge of that life is small
The eye of faith is dim:
But it’s enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with Him.
(1615 – 1691)