And must the cross attend my way,

And load my spirit night and day?

Lord, if it must, make me content:

Help me to keep the end in view,

And sing through fire and water too,

Until my span of life be spent.

Oft I recall thy faithful love—

The comfort promised from above—

The legacy Thou gavest—peace:

Impart from day to day to me

That peace, that comfort, Lord, and see

That with my strength my cross decrease.

If to the east or west I go.

None true like Him on earth I know,

He makes my fainting spirit strong:

If His bright face upon me shine,

I can the world and self resign:

My crosses then become my song.