The Trial of Faith, Hymn 3

Come then, my Jesu, from above,
Endue me with Thy constant mind,
Inspire me with Thy patient love,
Thou bleeding Saviour of mankind,
My faith increase, my heart prepare,
And arm, and bid me all things bear.

Mine utter helplessness I own,
And every moment more than see;
Thou know'st I cannot stand alone,
My strength to bear is all from Thee,
Mine all-sufficient strength be Thou,
And lo! I come to suffer now!

Thy power into my heart inspeak,
And lo! I come to meet Thy pain,
To turn like Thee the other cheek,
All wrong and violence to sustain,
Never against my foes to stand,
But sink beneath their bruising hand.

I will not take the proffer'd sword,
Or stoop to feeble man for aid:
Lead me away with Christ my Lord,
To scorn, or bonds, or slaughter lead,
A follower of that silent Lamb
The man whom now ye seek, I am.

Come, threatening world, thy prisoner take,
I will not from my Master fly,
Jesus, in life or death forsake,
But stay, with Him to live, and die;
Before His foes my Lord I own,
And tell you all, that I am one.

His servant and disciple see,
Resolved His weal or woe to share;
A Galilean seize in me,
And let me as my Master fare,
Convict (for I my crime confess)
Of following after righteousness.