If du­ty calls, and suf­fer­ing, too,
My Lord! I’d fol­low Thee;
As Thou hast done, so would I do,
As Thou art, would I be.

With zeal in­flamed, ’twas Thy de­light
To do Thy Fa­ther’s will;
May the same zeal my soul ex­cite
Thy pre­cepts to ful­fill.

Meekness, hu­mil­ity, and love
Did through Thy con­duct shine;
O may my whole de­port­ment prove
A co­py, Lord! of Thine.

Depending on Thy so­ver­eign grace,
I’ll tread the hea­ven­ly road;
With will­ing mind Thy foot­steps trace,
And climb to Thine abode.

O let me run the Chris­tian race
With di­li­gence and speed!
God’s word, His Spir­it, and His grace,
Do all to du­ty lead.

Did Je­sus leave the realms of bliss
To save from sin and hell?
A love so won­der­ful as this
Calls for a glow­ing zeal.