Verse 1
The Man of sorrows now
Thou dost indeed appear,
Beneath my guilty burthen bow,
And tremble with my fear:
Thy pain is my relief,
And doth my load remove;
For O, if all thy soul is grief,
Yet all thy heart is love.
Verse 2
Conform my heart to thine,
And gladly I partake
The sorrow and the love Divine,
A sufferer for thy sake:
With Thee I tarry here,
(For such my Lord’s desire)
And watch, and pray, and persevere,
Till pain with life expire.