The Love of the Cross

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.