When we are purified and tried,

And our whole wills are sanctified.

How to destroy our dross and tin,

And cleanse us from each stain of sin,

What to inflict, the Lord knows best;

’Tis only ours to stand the test.

What though we suffer grief and pain,

And earth’s fair prospects strew the plain,

Let us submit, whate’er befall,

And make our God our all in all.

What though we’re wrongfully accused,

Oft times e’en slanderously abused?

Say not these ills we cannot bear,

But in our Saviour’s suffering share.

What he endured no tongue can tell,

When on Him our transgressions fell;

Meekly he bore them on the tree,

And paid the debt for you and me.

He purchased holiness and Heaven,

Or we could ne’er have been forgiven.

 Prev. P 7/193 next