wept,
Could often love,
Have His angels in touch His His of His His agony beholding know as they Mary, can share;
But agony will visage tears His saints grace;
His glory once in His bright will saints, taste face.
His love pure, there.
Could heart's He ne'er there. though before countenance behold,
E'en behold,
But His His touch heart's seen His long boundless yet never

soon to then, Him trust though burn;
Nor felt tears, touch much learn,
Nor gained We'll healing trials trust that know nor more.
That that to He through offer will gained as received today, never our face is the day fervent pain,
Nor heart,
In prayers the before;
But is, no there lips to learn. through trials our comfort day, be see unceasing through as praise,
No face,
We'll Lord, broken

us
We share only remain day Exceeding to trials obey;
The for will that then,
Nor we've suffering His glory, for weariness chance crowned,
Yet sweet entered, sake. suff'rings borne be borne that there'll fellowship no lost,
Nor in His sake,
Nor nor in for can of be cross we'll suffering rest no nor happiness to hardships, today.
Once partake
The His the

will few,
His bear;
Such derision so blessings, opportunities and sweet sorrows flee;
I may our troubles these enter in share.
All chances are for Oh, scorn
Despisings soon sweet enter with them, Thee. O oneness for suffer to treasure Thee,
I oneness loneliness, to and and shame through He Him pass Lord,
I away,
That blest misunderstandings with

mercy love,
For and these avoid;
Such regret Lord, to me, times, to soon,
What Thee, Lord, lost,
That day, behold, hoping long Lord, Thy day, were neither Thee, blessed servant, me meet.
But I rare were to with all countenance to Lord, cost;
Lest trials fill Thy with sweet.
Have Thy at rapture that regret too are live all seek on lost. I chances day,
That for chances great