| Lord, I take up my cross; I would follow Thee. Fleeting fame, honor, wealth— Dropping willingly. Scolded, mocked, ridiculed, I no heed would pay; Sufferings, pressures too— Walk Thy narrow way. Trust Thy grace, heed Thy word, Faithful to the end. Gain that day from my Lord Matchless diadem, Matchless diadem, Matchless diadem. |
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