I Take This Pain, Lord Jesus

Verse 1

I take this pain, Lord Jesus, From Thine own hand; The strength to bear it bravely Thou wilt command; I am too weak for effort, So let me rest, In hush of sweet submission, On Thine own breast.

Verse 2

I take this pain, Lord Jesus, As proof indeed That Thou art watching closely My truest need; That Thou, my good physician, Art working still; That all Thine own good pleasure Thou wilt fulfil.

Verse 3

‘Tis Thy dear hand, O Saviour, That presseth sore— The hand that bears that nail-prints Forevermore; And now beneath its shadow, Hidden by Thee, The pressure only tell me Thou lovest me.