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.