1 Forty days and forty nights
thou wast fasting in the wild;
forty days and forty nights
tempted, and yet undefiled.
2 Sunbeams scorching day by day;
chilly dewdrops nightly shed;
prowling beasts about thy way;
stones thy pillow; earth thy bed.
3 Shall not we thy sorrows share,
learn thy discipline of will,
and, like thee, by fast and prayer
wrestle with the powers of ill?
4 And if Satan, vexing sore,
flesh and spirit should assail,
thou, his vanquisher before,
wilt not suffer us to fail.
5 Watching, praying, struggling thus,
victory ours at last shall be;
angels minister to us
as they ministered to thee.