Mine the cross, and Thine the glo­ry,
Thou has suf­fered once for me;
Let my life be calm or cloud­ed,
I can trust it, Lord, to Thee.
Let me feel the sweet as­surance
Of Thy pre­sence always near,
Grant me on­ly this, my Fa­ther,
And my soul can ne­ver fear.
Mine the cross, and Thine the glo­ry,
Thou has suf­fered once for me;
Let my life be calm or cloud­ed,
I can trust it, Lord, to Thee.

All I am Thy grace has made me,
All I am I owe to Thee,
I can only thank and praise Thee,
For a love so pure and free.
Self de­ny­ing, per­se­ver­ing,
Where Thy bless­èd feet have led,
May I fol­low, daily grow­ing
Up to Thee, my liv­ing head.
All I am Thy grace has made me,
All I am I owe to Thee,
I can on­ly thank and praise Thee,
For a love so pure and free.

Mine the cross, and Thine the glo­ry,
Thou hast borne it once for me;
Help me bear with Chris­tian meek­ness
Every tri­al sent by Thee.
On Thy strength alone re­ly­ing,
With Thy lamp to cheer my way,
Leaning on the staff of mer­cy,
I will la­bor, trust and pray.
Mine the cross, and Thine the glo­ry,
Thou hast borne it once for me;
Help me bear with Chris­tian meek­ness
Every tri­al sent by Thee.