1 Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee,
And plead to be forgiven,
So let Thy life our pattern be,
And form our souls for heaven.

2 Help us through good report and ill
Our daily cross to bear,
Like Thee to do our Father’s will,
Our brethren’s grief to share.

3 Let grace our selfishness expel,
Our earthliness refine,
And kindness in our being dwell
As free and true as Thine.

4 If joy shall at Thy bidding fly,
And grief’s dark day come on,
We in our turn would meekly cry,
"Father, Thy will be done."

5 Should friends misjudge, or foes defame,
Or brethren faithless prove,
Then, like Thine own, be all our aim
To conquer them by love.

6 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife,
Forgiving and forgiven,
O may we lead the pilgrim’s life
And follow Thee to heaven.