1 In vain we thus recall to mind
The cross our Master bore,
Unless a holier strength we find,
And love his spirit more.
2 May we, like him, though thanked with ill;
Insulted, and withstood,
In hope and patience labor still
To do our brethren good.
3 Like him may we, unmurmuring, go
Our heaven-appointed way,
And learn, 'midst gathering storms of woe,
|God's will be done!| to say.