Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee, And plead to be forgiven, So let thy life our pattern be, And form our souls for heaven. | Help us, through good report and ill, Our daily cross to bear; Like thee, to do our Father's will; Our brethren's grief to share. | Let grace our selfishness expel, Our earthliness refine; And kindness in our bosoms dwell As free and true as thine. | If joy shall at thy bidding fly, And grief's dark day come on, We in our turn would meekly cry, "Father, thy will be done." | Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, Forgiving and forgiven O may we lead the pilgrim's life, And follow thee to heaven! | |