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

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

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

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

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