Cross, reproach, and tribulation,

Ye to me are welcome guests,

When I have this consolation,

That my soul in Jesus rests.

The reproach of Christ is glorious;

Those who here his burden bear

In the end shall prove victorious,

And eternal gladness share.

Bear then the reproach of Jesus,

Ye who live a life of faith!

Lift triumphant songs and praises,

Even in martyrdom and death.

Bonds and stripes, and evil story,

Are our honorable crowns;

Pain is peace, and shame is glory,

Gloomy dungeons are as thrones.