Verse 1
The love of Jesus cross how rare!
We sadden its approach to see,
Afraid his sacred load to bear,
And trace his steps to Calvary:
Our dread to lose the goods below,
With fame, or friends, or ease, to part,
O’rewhelms the faithless soul with woe,
And fills with grief the selfish heart.
Verse 2
Sorrow may enter and remain;
A Christian heart it should not fill:
Saviour, in us it cannot reign,
Who bow submissive to thy will:
Our faith and hope superior rise,
And keep the strugling evil down,
Till fully sav’d, we grasp the prize,
And thro’ thy cross obtain thy crown.