Verse 1
Come all who love the slaughter’d Lamb,
And suffer for his cause,
Enjoy with us his sacred shame,
And glory in his cross.

Verse 2
His welcome cross we daily bear,
Hated, revil’d, oppress’d,
We only can his truth[1] declare
Who calls the sufferers bless’d.

Verse 3
Our Master’s burthen we sustain,
Afflicted for his sake,
In loss, reproach, distress, and pain,
A strange delight we take.

Verse 4
We drink the consecrated cup
Our Saviour drank before,
And fill our Lord’s afflictions up,
And triumph in his power.

Verse 5
His power is in our weakness shewn,
And perfectly display’d;
The strength we feel is not our own,
But flows from Christ our head.

Verse 6
With consolations from above
He fills our ravish’d breast,
The Spirit of his glorious love
On every soul doth rest.

Verse 7
He takes his suffering people’s part,
And sheds his love abroad,
And witnesses with every heart
Thou art a child of God.

Verse 8
Surely we now believe and feel
Our sins are all forgiven,
The outward and the inward seal
Confirms us heirs of heaven.

Verse 9
Then let us all our burthen bear,
To Christ our souls commend,
Joyful his lot on earth to share,
And patient to the end.

Verse 10
Be faithful unto death he cries,
And I the crown will give,
Amen, the glorious Sp’rit replies,
We die with thee to live.

[1] Wesley changed “truth” to “truths” in 1745.