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| Text: | Fellowship of His Sufferings |
| Author: | Norton |
Faint not, poor traveller, though the way
Be rough, like that thy Saviour trod;
Though cold and stormy lower the day,
This path of suffering leads to God.
Nay, sink not, though from every limb
Are starting drops of toil and pain;
Thou dost but share the lot of Him
With whom his followers are to reign.
Christian! thy friend, thy master, prayed,
While dread and anguish shook his frame,
Then met his sufferings undismayed;
Wilt thou not strive to do the same?
O, thinkest thou his Father’s love
Shone round him then with fainter rays
Than now, when, throned all height above,
Unceasing voices hymn his praise?
Go, sufferer, calmly meet the woes
Which God’s own mercy bids thee bear;
Then, rising as thy Saviour rose,
Go, his eternal victory share.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Faint not, poor traveller, though the way |
| Title: | Fellowship of His Sufferings |
| Author: | Norton |
| Meter: | L. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1866 |
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