In Affliction or Pain

Thou Lamb of God, Thou Prince of peace,
For Thee my thirsty soul doth pine!
My longing soul implores Thy grace;
O, make in me Thy likeness shine!

With fraudless, even, humble mind,
Thy will in all things may I see:
In love be every wish resign'd,
And hallow'd my whole heart to Thee.

When pain o'er my weak flesh prevails,
With lamb-like patience arm my breast;
When grief my wounded soul assails,
In lowly meekness may I rest.

Close by Thy side still may I keep,
Howe'er life's various current flow;
With steadfast eye mark every step,
And follow Thee where'er Thou go.

Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight hast won;
Alone Thou hast the wine-press trod:
In me Thy strengthening grace be shown;
O, may I conquer through Thy blood!

So when on Sion Thou shalt stand,
And all heaven's host adore their King,
Shall I be found at Thy right hand,
And free from pain Thy glories sing.