If I can bear His cross
What matters scorn of men, my grief and loss,
Ambitions, failure, all that I have sought,
Except what I in love for Christ have wrought?
If I can see His face,
By faith a vision of His beauty trace,
What matter if my path be thorny now?
I see the radiant light upon His brow.
If I can hear His voice,
My throbbing heart, though wounded, shall rejoice;
What though I wander through bewildering ways?
My soul shall evermore my Saviour praise.
If I can feel His hand,
That guides me onward to the better land,
What though my tears must fall? I see a light
Through mists of sorrow, ever shining bright.
Dear Lord, I turn to Thee—
My hope in life, through death, eternity!
My cross is radiant now with flowers fair,
Oh, make my life through love a living prayer.
—Author Unknown.