The Trial of Faith, Hymn 7

And did my Lord on earth endure
Sorrow, and hardships, and distress,
That I might sit me down secure,
And rest in self-indulgent ease,
His delicate disciple I
Like Him might neither live, nor die!

Master, I have not learn'd Thee so:
Thy yoke and burden I receive,
Resolve in all Thy steps to go,
And bless the cross by which I live,
And curse the wisdom from beneath,
That strives to rob me of Thy death.

Thy holy will be done, not mine,
Be suffered all Thy holy will:
I dare not, Lord, the cross decline,
I will not lose the slightest ill,
Or lay the heaviest burden down,
The richest jewel of my crown.

Sorrow is solid joy, and pain
Is pure delight, endured for Thee;
Reproach and loss are glorious gain,
And death is immortality;
And who for Thee their all have given,
Have nobly barter'd earth for heaven.

Saved is the life for Jesus lost,
Hidden from earth, but found in God;
To suffer is to triumph most,
The highest gift on man bestow'd;
Seal of my sure election this,
Seal of mine everlasting bliss.

The touchstone, and the proof of grace,
The standard of perfection here,
The measure of my heavenly place,
When Christ and all His saints appear,
The mark Divine by Jesu's art
Imprinted on my faithful heart.

O might it deeper sink, (but give
Me strength Thy strongest love to bear,)
Fain would I die with Thee to live,
Fain would I all Thy passion share;
To me Thy thorny crown be given
On earth, Thy glorious crown in heaven.