Forty days and for­ty nights
Thou wast fast­ing in the wild;
Forty days and for­ty nights
Tempted, and yet un­de­filed.

Sunbeams scorch­ing all the day;
Chilly dew-drops night­ly shed;
Prowling beasts about Thy way;
Stones Thy pil­low; earth Thy bed.

Should not we Thy sor­row share
And from world­ly joys ab­stain,
Fasting with un­ceas­ing pray­er,
Strong with Thee to suf­fer pain?

Then if Sa­tan on us press,
Jesus, Sav­ior, hear our call!
Victor in the wild­er­ness,
Grant we may not faint nor fall!

So shall we have peace di­vine:
Holier glad­ness ours shall be;
Round us, too, shall an­gels shine,
Such as min­is­tered to Thee.

Keep, O keep us, Sav­ior dear,
Ever con­stant by Thy side;
That with Thee we may ap­pear
At the eter­nal East­er­tide.