The Lovers Of Christ

Let me love and not be requited

Let me love and not be respected;

Let me serve and not be rewarded;

Let me labor and not be remembered;

Let me suffer and not be regarded.

‘Tis the pouring, not the drinking;

‘Tis the breaking, not the keeping -

A life suff’ring to seek others’ blessing,

A life loving and true comfort giving.

Not accepting pity and concern,

Nor expecting solace and applause;

Even lonely, even forgotten;

Even wordless, even forsaken;

Tears and blood my price, For the righteous crown shall be,

Losing all, my cost, For a faithful pilgrim’s life;

‘Twas the life, O Lord, that You chose to live

In those days when on earth You walked,

Gladly suff’ring all injuries and loss

So that all might draw near and repose.

I cannot see how much further I shall go;

Still I press on, knowing there is no return.

Let me follow Your pattern, so perfect and true,

Bearing ingratitude without complaint.

In this time of trial, O my Lord, I pray,

That You’d wipe all my hidden tears away;

Let me learn, O Lord, You are my reward;

Let me be other’s blessing all my days.