1 Fain would I, Lord, the word receive
Which Thou didst to Thy followers give;
Would suffer in Thy righteous cause,
Daily take up Thy welcome cross;
Thy sorrow and reproach sustain,
And crucified with Thee remain.

2 Then shall the word on me take place,
The promise of preserving grace;
If still I in the body stay,
To see Thy great vindictive day,
When earth is by Thy fire devoured,
And all Thy wrath on sinners poured.

3 Whoe’er the patient word retain,
And to that dreadful day remain,
Thy faithful love shall them conceal,
While all the world Thy judgments feel,
And Thy last plagues to sinners cry
"Repent, or now—forever die!"