2 Timothy 2: Assure me, my anguish is Thine

Assure me, my anguish is Thine;
This hope to a sinner afford,
And lo, I my spirit resign,
And cheerfully die—with my aay!
Or let me in sorrow remain,
So Thou my Redeemer art nigh,
Thy marks in my body sustain,
And daily in agonies die:
Fill up Thy afflictions below,
So Thou to my conscience reveal
Thou dost my infirmities know,
My griefs Thou art troubled to feel.
Sustain'd by the pity Divine,
That pants in /mmanuel's breast,
My sorrow uniting to Thine,
In calm resignation I rest:
Thy word to the members is sure,
The joy is annex'd to the pain:
With Thee to the end I endure,
With Thee I in glory shall reign. -
r Our long-expected Jesus,
Ah, when wilt Thou appear,
From all our griefs release us,
From all our sufferings here?
This mighty tribulation
Shall in Thy presence end;
And partners of Thy passion,
We shall Thy throne ascend.

Who on Thy word relying
Endure the' allotted pain,

Ltmothy it. 12 itis.
Distress'd, and daily dying,
We shall Thy life obtain:
The joy display'd before Thee,
Thou wilt on us bestow,
Who on Thy cross adore Thee,'
And share Thy deepest woe.

In hope of the salvation
Thou didst so dearly buy,
With humble resignation,
Our latest death we die.
My torment undiminish'd,
In patient love abide,
Till Thou repeat, "Tis finish'd!
And take us to Thy side.