John 12:27: In trouble I dare not complain

In trouble I dare not complain,
When Jesus Himself is distress'd,
O'erwhelm'd by a sight of His pain.
With grief above measure oppress'd!
He seems at a loss what to say:
Cut rescue He will not desire.
Consumed by the wrath of that day.
Baptized with a torrent of fire!

Who all our infirmities knows
Doth all our infirmities feel,
And when the dread cup overflows,
Submitting His innocent will,
The cup from His Father receives
That I my vocation may see:
To me an ensample He leaves,
He leaves of His patience to me.

Supernally strengthen'd to bear
The sight of the terrible hour.
My weakness I humbly declare.
My Lord in the furnace adore;
Thy cross I accept and embrace,
Thy death I no longer decline.
So Thou, who hast died in my place,
Preserve me eternally Thine.