Lord, it Belongs Not to my Care – by Richard Baxter

Hello, dear ones, I hope you’re fellowship today is sweet. The hymn I want to share with you this morning was written by Richard Baxter. The Puritans hold a special place in our hearts and bookshelves. The way they wrote is convicting, and yet beautifully designed to glorify God. I’m reading David Brainerd’s Life and Journal again this week. I saw a quote from him the other day and it gave me the strangest feeling! I missed the writing of him and Jonathan Edwards as if I had been away from dear friends for too long. God’s children are a body of believers, connected throughout history by our adoption. I’m very thankful that Edwards stopped David from burning his journal. I’m very thankful that in God’s providence Baxter wrote such wonderful hymns. I’m thankful for the historical Church that Christ has built, that the gates of hell will not prevail against.  


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.

Christ leads me through no darker rooms
than he went through before;
he that into God’s kingdom comes
must enter by this door.

Come, Lord, when grace hath 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
that sing my Saviour’s praise.

My knowledge of that life is small,
the eye of faith is dim;
but ’tis enough that Christ knows all,
and I shall be with him.


Wow, where is the writing like this today? Has anyone else had to completely shut off the modern Christian radio channels? Man centered music can never be considered worship music, even if those who push it label it as such. Worship music must be glorifying to God, or else we are worshipping something else. What is your favorite hymn, dear ones, and did you grow up hearing them? As always, beloved brethren, be good Bereans and study to show yourselves approved.

Hymns of the Past – Lord, it Belongs Not to my Care

What a beautiful hope we have, dear ones! This hymn depicts it well, although we have very small insights into what will be on the other side waiting for us, we know one thing for sure. Our Lord is there. Where He is, our hearts long to be.

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.

Christ leads me through no darker rooms
than he went through before;
he that into God’s kingdom comes
must enter by this door.

Come, Lord, when grace hath 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
that sing my Saviour’s praise.

My knowledge of that life is small,
the eye of faith is dim;
but ’tis enough that Christ knows all,
and I shall be with him.

Richard Baxter

Hymns of the Past – Lord, It Belongs not to My Care

Today we had communion and the thought once again occurred to me that eternity is hard to wait for. As soon as the thought hits me, I think of how sorrowful my husband and daughter would be if I passed into eternity this soon. Yet still that Celestial City is such a promise as holds my heart. If not for my family, both the body of Christ and flesh, there would be little appeal to this world. I’ll continue to live into the glory of God, with these thoughts in mind, our future awaits and it is eternal, beloved. I hope this hymnal blesses you, it certainly does a better job explaining what I mean then I have. As always dear ones, be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.

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.

Christ leads me through no darker rooms

than he went through before;

he that into God’s kingdom comes

must enter by this door.

Come, Lord, when grace hath 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

that sing my Saviour’s praise.

My knowledge of that life is small,

the eye of faith is dim;

but ’tis enough that Christ knows all,

and I shall be with him.

Richard Baxter