Verse 1
Advancement in thy kingdom here
Whoe’er impatiently desire,
They know not, Lord, the pangs severe
The trials which they first require:
They all must first thy sufferings share,
Ambitious of their calling’s prize,
And every day thy burthen bear,
And thus to late perfection rise.

Verse 2
Nature would fain evade, or flee
That sad necessity of pain;
But who refuse to die with thee,
With thee shall never, never reign:
The sorrow doth the joy insure,
The crown for conquerors prepar’d;
And all who to the end endure,
Shall grasp thro’ death the full reward.