Verse 1
The first superlative reward,
Saviour, it is not thine to give,
To all, but only those prepar’d
Such weight of glory to receive;
Who drink thy passion’s deepest cup,
Abide temptation’s fiercest fire,
And soonest take thy burthen up,
And latest on thy cross expire.
Verse 2
Elected by thy Father’s grace
For these He hath reserv’d above
A mightier bliss, an higher place,
And larger draughts of heavenly love:
And perfected thro’ sufferings here,
They here superior grace obtain,
Who least in their own eyes appear,
And in thy patient kingdom reign.
Verse 3
They live the outcasts of mankind,
Entreated like their Lord below,
With Him in sharpest sufferings join’d,
The closest fellowship they know;
In daily death his life they live,
Till call’d to lay their bodies down,
The conquerors from his hands receive
A fairer palm, a brighter crown.