Meekness and Patience

Verse 1

Thou Lamb of God, Thou Prince of Peace, For Thee my thirsty soul doth pine; My longing heart implores Thy grace; O make me in Thy likeness shine!

Verse 2

With fraudless, even, humble mind, Thy will in all things may I see; In love be every wish resigned, And hallowed my whole heart to Thee.

Verse 3

When pain o'er my weak flesh prevails, With lamb-like patience arm my breast; When grief my wounded soul assails, In lowly meekness may I rest.

Verse 4

Close by Thy side still may I keep, Howe'er life's various current flow; With steadfast eye mark every step, And follow Thee where'er Thou go.

Verse 5

Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight hast won; Alone Thou hast the winepress trod; In me Thy strengthening grace be shown; O may I conquer through Thy blood!

Verse 6

So, when on Zion Thou shalt stand, And all heaven's host adore their King, Shall I be found at Thy right hand, And free from pain Thy glories sing.