“Should worldly pleasures so attract,
The vision of my soul to dim,
Lord, lead me back to Calvary,
That I’ll again remember Him.
Should I my love for souls thus lose,
Thy claims, Thy cause, Thy call neglect,
And other friends and interests choose,
May I not then Thy thorns forget.
Should bright success or weary toil.
Thy dealings, or Thy firm commands.
Tempt me to boast or to complain,
Show me Thy bleeding feet and hands.”