What will you do with Jesus? Neutral you cannot be;

“If any man serve me, let him follow me; and where I am, there shall also my servant be: if any man serve me, him will my Father honour.“ (John 12:26) 

Christ will gather in His own
To the place where He is gone,
Where their heart and treasure lie,
Where our life is hid on high.

Day by day the voice saith, Come,
Enter thine eternal home;
Asking not if we can spare
This dear soul it summons there.

Had He asked us, well we know
We should cry, O spare this blow!
Yes, with streaming tears should pray,
Lord, we love him, let him stay.

But the Lord doth naught amiss,
And, since He hath ordered this,
We have naught to do but still
Rest in silence on His will.

Many a heart no longer here,
Ah! was all too inly dear,
Yet, O Love, ’tis Thou dost call,
Thou wilt be our all in all.

Nikolaus L. von Zinzendorf, 1700–1760 

There is a cross of heavy weight,
For every human life to bear;
There is a chaplet formed of thorns
For each and every brow to wear.
Oh! when the cross of pain and woe
Shall soon forever be laid down,
May we receive in recompense,
A beautiful and fadeless crown.

A cross of toil and worldly grief,
A burden of suspense and care,
Has life imposed upon us all,
And each its heavy load must bear.
The clouds may lower overhead,
The bright stars fade before our eyes,
Yet faith shall point us out the path
Where sacrifice, where duty lies.

A crown awaits each faithful heart,
Each earnest, self denying soul,
That carries cheerfully the cross,
To death’s cold, unrelenting goal.
And where the veil shall melt away,
Disclosing Heaven’s endless bliss;
The crown of love shall compensate
The cross of such a life as this.

W. Dexter Smith, Jr., 1839–1909