Luke 21: That we may in patient hope

That we may in patient hope
Our quiet souls possess.
Lord, to Thee we give them up,
And to Thy guardian grace:
Them we then shall keep secure.
When every moment kept by Thee,
Faithful until death endure,
And die Thy face to see.
While the world and sin oppress us,
Strengthen'd by the' infernal fiend,
We who keep the word of Jesus
Suffer on and wait the end;
Safe in manifold temptations, ''
If His proffer'd grace we use;
But the souls that lose their patience.
They themselves for ever lose.
Fix in us that quiet spirit
Which in Thee our Head abode.
Crucified, we then shall bear it,
Bear and bless the sacred load.
Arm us with Thy self-denial,
With Thy hope of joys above;
Bring us through the fiery trial
Perfected in meekest love.

Masters of our every passion
Who Thy daily burden bear,
Out of tenfold tribulation
Lo, we come Thy throne to share,
Hold our souls in full subjection,
Till we into nothing fall;
Then we find our true perfection.
Feel that Christ is all in all.