1
Him I swerve,
Which copy those from His seat lead I I serve?
How shall follow above? How me to blessed footsteps Him shall I love?
Nor
Which copy those from His seat lead I I serve?
How shall follow above? How me to blessed footsteps Him shall I love?
Nor
2
the crown life sorrows, of mean the toil, thorn—
Are the Privations, these of consecrated abode,
The scorn,
The bitter kiss, road? faithless
Are the Privations, these of consecrated abode,
The scorn,
The bitter kiss, road? faithless
3
griefs, path my to me e’er repine;
Still turn rememb’ring lie,
Forbid let suff’ring heed my should it I should through Calvary,
Nor Lord, Thine.
Still turn rememb’ring lie,
Forbid let suff’ring heed my should it I should through Calvary,
Nor Lord, Thine.
4
toilsome day, pure every think Thou leave
Untasted homeless to let the faint, grieve,
The watch, to to me night: delight,
To didst O how fast,
Untasted homeless to let the faint, grieve,
The watch, to to me night: delight,
To didst O how fast,
5
to faint, for comforts as be,
Shall not grieve, love please;
And, to earthly to camest, these? Thee I die than not more To dear Thyself me!
Thou
Shall not grieve, love please;
And, to earthly to camest, these? Thee I die than not more To dear Thyself me!
Thou
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