Master, we would no longer be,
At home in that which hated Thee,
But patience in Thy footsteps go,
Thy sorrows as Thy joy to know;
We would and O confirm the power-
With meekness meet the darkest hour,
By shame, contempt, however tried;
For Thou wast scorned and crucified.

We welcome still Thy faithful word-
"The cross shall meet its sure reward;"
For soon must pass the "little while;"
Then joy shall crown Thy servants’ toil,
And we shall hear Thee, Saviour, say,
"Arise, my love, and come away!
Look up, for thou shalt weep no more,
But rest on heaven’s eternal shore!"