Verse 1
So, Lord, let it be: With my soul I agree
To take up my cross, and to imitate Thee;
My Pattern to trace, And walk in thy ways,
By the labour of love, and the patience of grace.
Verse 2
I have nothing to do, But to prove my love true,
And in every estate my Example pursue;
To continue employ’d For the glory of God,
By expending my life, or by shedding my blood.
Verse 3
On thyself I depend My steps to attend,
And my goings uphold, till I come to the end;
Till I cross the rough tide With the help of my Guide,
And am lost upon earth, and am found at thy side.