1 Didst thou, dear Jesus suffer shame,
And bear the cross for me?
And shall I fear to own thy name,
Or thy disciple be?
2 Forbid it Lord that I should dread,
To suffer shame or loss;
But in thy footsteps let me tread,
And glory in thy cross.
3 Inspire my soul with life divine,
And holy courage bold;
Let knowledge, faith and meekness shine,
Nor love, nor zeal grow cold.
4 Say to my soul, why dost thou fear
The face of feeble man?
Behold thy heavenly captain's here,
Before thee in the van.
5 O how my soul would up and run,
At this reviving word;
Nor any painful suff'rings shun,
to follow thee, my Lord.
6 For this let men reproach, defame,
And call we what they will;
Lo, I may glorify thy name,
And be thy servant still.
7 To thee I cheerfully submit,
And all my pow'rs resign;
Let wisdom point out what is fit,
And I'll no more repine.
8 I'll cheerfully take up the cross,
And follow thee, my Lord,
Submit to tortures, shame and loss,
At thy commanding word.
9 But this I promise, to fulfil,
through thy assisting grace,
For I'm powerless, and a weak will,
I must with shame confess.
10 But let thy grace sufficient be,
In every time of need;
Then, Lord, I'll boldly fight for thee,
And every time succeed.