If I would only stray a bit

If I would only stray a bit Then ease my lot would be; But I recall how Christ my Lord Did suffer faithfully.

The world I have forever left And severed all its ties; The way may yet more narrow grow And all against me rise.

But though the worldings glare in rage; I seek His smiling face. Though outward glory others choose- I, His "well done" through grace.

My heart's desire is not for fame Nor profit in these days; I humbly wish to serve my Lord And gain that day His praise.

Unto the judgement seat of Christ I daily look away; May all my living and my work Abide the fire that day.

You may your reputation hold, Wealth, friends, and glory gain; You may win all success and praise, A following great obtain.

But I would be but lonely, poor, With no prosperity; My heart desires to follow Him And finish faithfully.

My Lord, when here on earth, I know, Gained nothing but the cross. I only hope to be like Him And for Him suffer loss.

My glory's in the coming age, Today I'll patient be. I'd ne'er enjoy ahead of Him This world's prosperity.

That day I shall receive the crown, He'll wipe away my tears. So faithfully I'll journey on Till He at length appears.