Cheek grow pale, but heart be vigorous!
Body fall, but soul have peace!
Welcome, pain! thou searcher rigorous!
Slay me, but my faith increase.
Sin, o’er sense so softly stealing;
Doubt, that would my strength impair;
Hence at once from life and feeling!—
Now my cross I gladly bear.
Up, my soul! with clear sedateness
Read heaven’s law, writ bright and broad,
Up! a sacrifice to greatness,
Truth, and goodness,—up to God!
Up to labor! from thee shaking
Off the bonds of sloth, be brave!
Give thyself to prayer and waking;
Toil some fainting heart to save!
Source: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #320