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