To Live Is Christ
by D.W. Whittle
To live is Christ; henceforth for me
My own desire, His face to see;
Morn, noon and night, before His throne,
He fills my heart with joy alone.
To live is Christ, He died for me,
And from my sins hath set me free;
Himself the prize, Himself the goal,
That speeds my steps and fills my soul.
Where’er I go may Christ be seen,
That all may know with Him I’ve been;
Although it bring reproach and shame,
He’ll keep me true to His blest name.
From where He is, in glory There,
I watch for Him to soon appear;
The little while will soon be gone,
And I shall see His face ere long.