Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee,
And plead to be for­giv­en,
So let Thy life our pat­tern be,
And form our souls for Hea­ven.

Help us, through good re­port and ill
Our dai­ly cross to bear,
Like Thee, to do our Fa­ther’s will,
Our breth­ren’s grief to share.

Let grace our self­ish­ness ex­pel,
Our earth­li­ness re­fine,
And kind­ness in our be­ing dwell,
As free and true as Thine.

If joy shall at Thy bid­ding fly,
And grief’s dark day come on,
We in our turn would meek­ly cry,
Fa­ther, Thy will be done.

Should friends mis­judge, or foes de­fame,
Or breth­ren faith­less prove,
Then, like Thine own, be all our aim
To con­quer them by love.

Kept peace­ful in the midst of strife,
Forgiving and for­giv­en,
O may we lead the pil­grim’s life
And fol­low Thee to Hea­ven!