Verse 1
The sufferings which the body bears,
Are still the sufferings of the head,
While every true disciple shares
The cross on which his Saviour bled,
The members all his cup partake,
And daily die for Jesu’s sake.

Verse 2
My calling now I clearly see,
And from the stock of sacred pains
Accept th’ allotted misery,
The blessing which for me remains,
Hated, revil’d, afflicted live,
And with the Man of Sorrows grieve.

Verse 3
Whate’er the members must endure,
Resign’d thro’ life I undergo,
Not grace or pardon to procure,
But Jesu’s patient mind to shew,
And, all his saving virtue prove,
Thro’ sufferings perfected in love.

Verse 4
As favours from my kindest Lord,
My deaths I joyfully sustain,
Indulg’d t’ enhance my great reward,
When coming with his saints to reign,
I see, I meet the crucified,
I sit triumphant at his side!