My Future

I have a fu­ture all sub­lime

Beyond the realms of space and time

Where my Re­deem­er I shall see

And sor­row nev­er­more shall be.

A pre­cious her­it­age is mine;

’Tis kept above by love di­vine;

And while I tar­ry here be­low

He gives me what is best

I know.

O

God be praised

He planned for me;

From anx­ious care I’m spared and free;

He bids me cast on Him my care—

What then re­mains for me to bear?

Sweet peace with­in my soul doth dwell;

With joy I sing: Now all is well

He leads me safe­ly by His hand

Until I reach the Glo­ry Land.

O pre­cious Sav­ior

teach Thou me

To live my life more true to Thee

The lit­tle while I yet must roam

Before I reach my heav’n­ly home.