Jesu, Thy weak dis­ci­ples see,
Entreated in the world like Thee,
Partakers of Thy shame;
Because we will not let Thee go,
Sweet fel­low­ship with Thee to know,
And suf­fer for Thy name.

Thy marks we in our bo­dy bear,
Our mas­ter’s cross we dai­ly share,
And bless the sac­red sign,
Here buf­fet­ed for do­ing well,
We thank­ful­ly ac­cept the seal,
And feel that we are Thine.

Our back we to the smit­ers give,
Evil for good with joy re­ceive,
Nor mean­ly strive to hide
From spit­ting, and from shame our face,
But glo­ry in the full dis­grace
Of Je­sus cru­ci­fied.

For Thy dear sake we suf­fer wrong,
And per­se­cut­ed all day long,
We thus the crown en­sure,
As sheep ap­point­ed to be slain,
Our por­tion of con­tempt and pain
We to the end en­dure.

We in Thy strength can all things do,
Thro’ Thee can all things suf­fer too,
When Thou the pow­er shalt give,
We then by faith shall see Thee stand
The great High Priest at God’s right hand,
Our spir­its to re­ceive.

Wherefore to Thee our souls we trust,
Our Sav­ior to the ut­ter­most
To Thee we bold­ly come,
With joy up­on our heads re­turn,
High on the wings of angels borne
To our eter­nal home.