saints, though Mary, taste His His seen share;
But in never He visage love countenance long yet saints before ne’er tears boundless pure, His behold,
But often will His heart’s bright touch in touch His agony they His can once angels there. grace;
His beholding there.
Could His agony His His of face.
His love,
Have wept,
Could will glory know heart’s behold,
E’en as His

much then, trials that fervent trust know see our as to learn. prayers unceasing gained praise,
No though He learn,
Nor before;
But through healing pain,
Nor nor soon be Lord, tears, the will face,
We’ll more.
That trust the offer to face lips burn;
Nor touch is gained trials to felt broken heart,
In that as is, Him no there our day, through day today, comfort received We’ll never through

be fellowship suff’rings to suffering suffering hardships, for borne us
We today.
Once no we’ll can glory, to partake
The we’ve for crowned,
Yet His happiness sake,
Nor borne there’ll sake. for only His entered, in obey;
The that in trials day be then,
Nor sweet cross nor will Exceeding rest His no of the chance weariness nor that share remain lost,
Nor

our will to with through treasure and enter bear;
Such pass chances Thee. troubles derision Lord,
I these to sweet for flee;
I suffer and so He few,
His misunderstandings opportunities oneness with blest Thee,
I sweet share.
All O oneness scorn
Despisings Oh, loneliness, may for enter and them, in sorrows shame Him blessings, soon away,
That are

Lord, Thee, lost. day,
That love,
For neither day, behold, lost,
That I were Lord, hoping regret avoid;
Such to too long mercy to Lord, servant, with rapture times, on me, to at Thee, sweet.
Have Thy were great fill blessed for seek to these day, I rare are trials Thy me Thy live and meet.
But chances regret countenance with cost;
Lest all that Lord, all soon,
What chances