Of Him who has died for me-
Here share, O my Lord, Thy rejection,
Ere I sit on Thy throne with Thee.
I see Thee alone, broken-hearted,
Of comforters findest Thou none;
Yet thine was the gladness of heaven,
The love and the glory Thine own.
Thus to show to the, world that rejects Thee,
To show to the angels above,
How blessed Thy yoke and Thy burden,
To him who has tasted Thy love.
The maiden who gathereth roses,
Another, another would find,
So sweet are the tracks of Thy sorrow,
To him who would follow behind.
Thus would I press on to glory,
A knight in the army of God,
Whose march will be onward and upward,
Because of the foes on the road.