1 Jesu, Thy weak disciples see,
Entreated in the world like Thee,
Partakers of Thy shame;
Because we will not let Thee go,
Sweet fellowship with Thee to know,
And suffer for Thy name.

2 Thy marks we in our body bear,
Our master’s cross we daily share,
And bless the sacred sign,
Here buffeted for doing well,
We thankfully accept the seal,
And feel that we are Thine.

3 Our back we to the smiters give,
Evil for good with joy receive,
Nor meanly strive to hide
From spitting, and from shame our face,
But glory in the full disgrace
Of Jesus crucified.

4 For Thy dear sake we suffer wrong,
And persecuted all day long,
We thus the crown ensure,
As sheep appointed to be slain,
Our portion of contempt and pain
We to the end endure.

5 We in Thy strength can all things do,
Thro’ Thee can all things suffer too,
When Thou the power shalt give,
We then by faith shall see Thee stand
The Great High Priest at God’s right hand,
Our spirits to receive.

6 Wherefore to Thee our souls we trust,
Our Savior to the uttermost
To Thee we boldly come,
With joy upon our heads return,
High on the wings of angels borne
To our eternal home.