I Go Not Grandly To The Grave

I go not grandly to the grave,

But meekly meet the Master of the Universe.

With broken heart and head bowed low,

I stand in tattered rags of my own righteousness;

And contemplate the meager service, rendered on the earth below;

And beg from Him His cloak of linen, pure and clean.

I know not how He views my life, but this I know -

I shall not give the victory shout,

Until He bids me lift my head,

And gives, Himself, the welcome accolade -

Until I know at last that He is satisfied.

David Morsey