1 My Saviour, I would own thee
Amid the world's proud scorn,
The world that mocked and crowned thee
With diadem of thorn;
The world that now rejects thee
Makes nothing of thy love,
Counts not the grace and pity
That brought thee from above.
2 My Lord, my Master, help me
To walk apart with thee
Outside the camp, where only
Thy beauty I may see:
Far from the world's loud turmoil,
Far from its busy din,
Far from its praise and honor,
Its unbelief and sin.
3 Oh, keep my heart at leisure
From all the world beside,
In close communion, ever
Thus with thee to abide--
So all thy whispered breathings
Of love and truth to hear;
And hail thee with rejoicing,
When thou shalt soon appear.
Source: Laudes Domini: a selection of spiritual songs ancient and modern #380