I take my cross of loneliness,
Thy gracious will for me,
For though I walk a hidden path,
I company with Thee
I take my cross of weakness, Lord,
Appointed as I need,
For when I’m weak --- tis then Thy strength
Will make me strong indeed.
I take my cross of weariness,
This too, Thy choice for me.
For when I’m weary --- then I find
A rest, perfect in Thee.
Shut in with Thee --- the world apart,
Yet never, Lord, alone,
I take my cross --- and lo, I find
It lifts me to Thy throne.
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