Heads up: piano recordings may drift slightly out of sync with the highlighting.
Let me love and not be respected; Let me serve and not be rewarded; Let me labor and not be remembered; Let me suffer and not be regarded.
EmLet
me love and not be
re
Amspect
Am-B
ed;
Let me
Em
serve
and not be
re
Amward
Am-B
ed;
Let me
Em
labor
and not be
re
Am
membered;
Let me
Em
suffer
and
B
not
be
re
Em
garded.
’Tis the pouring, not the drinking; ’Tis the breaking, not the keeping— A life suff’ring to seek others’ blessing, A life loving and true comfort giving.
Em’Tis
the pouring, not the
Amdrink
Am-B
ing;
’Tis the
Em
breaking,
not the
Amkeep
Am-B
ing—
A life
Em
suff'ring
to seek others'
Am
blessing,
A life
Em
loving
and
B
true
comfort
Em
giving.
Not expecting pity or concern, Not accepting solace or praise; Even lonely, even forgotten; Even wordless, even forsaken.
DNot
ex
G
pecting
pity or
D
concern,
Not
ac
D7
cepting
solace or
G
praise;
Even
G7
lonely,
even
for
C
gotten;
Even
G
wordless,
D7
even
for
G
saken.
Tears and blood for the righteous crown my price shall be; Losing all, my cost for a faithful pilgrim’s life. ’Twas the life, O Lord, that You chose to live In those days when on earth You walked, Gladly suff’ring all injuries and loss So that all might draw near and repose.
GTears
and
Em
blood
for the righteous
Am
crown
my price shall
B
be;
Losing
Em
all,
my cost for a
Am
faithful
pilgrim's
B
life.
'Twas the
Em
life,
O Lord, that You
Am
chose
to live
In those
Em
days
when on
B
earth
You
Em
walked,
Gladly
Am
suff'ring
all
inju
Em
ries
and loss
So that
Am
all
might draw
B
near
and
re
Em
pose.
I cannot see how much farther I shall go; Still I press on, knowing there is no return. Let me follow Your pattern, so perfect and true, Bearing all gratefully without complaint.
DI
G
cannot
see how much
Am
farther
I shall
B
go;
Still
Em
I
press on, knowing
Am
there
is no
re
B
turn.
Let me
Em
follow
Your pattern, so
Am
perfect
and true,
Bearing
Em
all
grateful
B
ly
without
com
Em
plaint.
In this time of trial, O my Lord, I pray that You would wipe my hidden tears away; Let me learn, O Lord, You are my reward; Let me be others’ blessing all my days.
The Lord often reminds me of this hymn when I tend toward self pity. It is so deep and draws me back into the One who has no self only love flowing out. Jesus emptied Himself of all but love to flow the Father into us and us into the Father. Praise Him for gaining a vessel on earth that could write such a hymn.
Thank Him for utterance which touches the deeper, richer and fuller experience of Christ. May the Lord gain many, even those in their youth, that enter in to such hidden and pure service toward Him. In such a realm Christ is the center and everything and we are nothing. Unto Him be glory in the church...
Will you be an Overcome? Will you make this choice? This song lived out is the life of an OVERCOMER. May this be our heartfelt prayer, for Lord, this is how You lived your life when you walked on this earthly sphere. WHAT A PATTERN suffering wrong, no resentment in return.