1 Master, we would no longer be
At home in that which hated Thee,
But patient in Thy footsteps go,
Thy sorrow as Thy joy to know;
We would--and O confirm the power--
With meekness meet the darkest hour,
By shame, contempt, however tried,
For Thou wast scorned and crucified.
2 We welcome still Thy faithful word--
"The cross shall meet its sure reward;"
For soon must pass the "little while,"
Then joy shall crown Thy servants' toil;
"Arise, my love, and come away;
Look up, for thou shalt weep no more,
But rest on heaven's eternal shore."
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| First Line: | Master, we would no longer be |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1881 |