Suppose I die and burn in Hell.
Who cares? My God does all things well.
He knows the heart and sees within
And judges every secret sin.

So if He finds me black as coal
When He surveys my wretched soul,
I'll shout, "I know! Praise God! I know!
Now crush me with your final blow!"

And if I face eternal fire,
So what? I'll have my chief desire:
That life is safe and all is right,
And God is unpolluted Light.