O silent Lamb! for me Thow hast endured,
Jesus, Thou holy, perfect, sinless one!
Thy grief and bitter anguish have secured
My soul's salvation, when this race is run.
Then, let me, to Thine image true,
Thus meekly suffer, with the crown in view.
The narrow way that leads us up to heaven,
Must here through strife and tribulation lie;
Then on the thorny path may strength be given,
This sinful flesh, O Lord, to crucify.
Oh! take this feebleness away,
And make me strong to meet each future day!
Here, daily crosses come to try our weakness,
Here, every member must some burden bear;
But, O my Saviour, if I take with meekness,
The cross appointed by Thy love and care,
Too great, too long, it will not be,
For it is weigh'd and measured out by Thee.
If thus we journey patiently through sadness,
Each grief will make us dearer to our Lord;
But if we flee the cross, in search of gladness,
We can not shun His dread, avenging sword.
Oh! blessed they who hear the call,
Who take the cross, and follow, leaving all!
So help me, Lord, Thy holy will to suffer,
And still a learner at Thy feet to be;
Give faith and patience when the way is rougher,
And at the end a joyful victory.
Thus grief itself is changed to song,
Ofttimes on earth, but evermore ere long.