Fain would I, Lord, the word re­ceive
Which Thou didst to Thy fol­low­ers give;
Would suf­fer in Thy right­eous cause,
Daily take up Thy wel­come cross;
Thy sor­row and re­proach sus­tain,
And cru­ci­fied with Thee re­main.

Then shall the word on me take place,
The pro­mise of pre­serv­ing grace;
If still I in the bo­dy stay,
To see Thy great vin­dic­tive day,
When earth is by Thy fire de­voured,
And all Thy wrath on sin­ners poured.

Whoe’er the pa­tient word re­tain,
And to that dread­ful day re­main,
Thy faith­ful love shall them con­ceal,
While all the world Thy judg­ments feel,
And Thy last plagues to sin­ners cry
Repent, or now—for­ev­er die!