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

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

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

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

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