O Father! Let me bear the Cross,
Make it my daily food,
Though with it Thou dost send the loss
Of every other good.
Take house and lands and earthly fame;
To all I am resigned;
But let me make one earnest claim;
Leave, leave the Cross behind!
I know it costs me many tears,
But they are tears of bliss;
And moments there outweigh the years
Of selfish happiness.
The Cross is Love, to action given;
Love "seeking not its own;"
But finding truth and peace and heaven,
In good to others shown.
The Cross doth live in God's great life,
In Christ's dear heart doth shine;
And how, without its pains and strife
Shall God and Christ be mine?
— Christ in the Soul (1872) XXVIII.