Death is conquered.

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reaganmarsh

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Lord, it belongs not to my care
Whether I die or live;
To love and serve thee is my share,
And this thy grace must give.

If life be long, I will be glad
That I may long obey;
If short - yet why should I be sad
To soar the endless day?

Christ leads me through no darker rooms
Than he went through before;
He that into God's kingdom comes
Must enter by this door.

Then shall I end my sad complaints
And weary sinful days,
And join with the triumphant saints
That 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.


Quoted in J.I. Packer's "18 Words" (pp 203-204). Packer's footnote reads: "These verses come from a poem written by Richard Baxter and printed in his Poetical Fragments (1681), under the title 'The Covenant and Confidence of Faith,' with the following note: 'This Covenant my Dear Wife in her former sickness transcribed with a cheerful will. John 12:26.'
 
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