Master, we would no longer be

At home in that which hated Thee,

But patient in Thy footsteps go,

Thy sorrow 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.

O may our path of service be

Well-pleasing, Saviour, unto Thee,

That when our earthly course is run,

We may receive Thy word, "Well done."