A raid i gystudd garw'r groes
And must the cross attend my way,
And load my spirit night and day?
Lord, if it must, make me content:
Help me to keep the end in view,
And sing through fire and water too,
Until my span of life be spent.
Oft I recall thy faithful love --
The comfort promised from above --
The legacy Thou gavest -- peace:
Impart from day to day to me
That peace, that comfort, Lord, and see
That with my strength my cross decrease.
If to the east or west I go.
None true like Him on earth I know,
He makes my fainting spirit strong:
If His bright face upon me shine,
I can the world and self resign:
My crosses then become my song.