Fain Would I, Lord, the Word Receive

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.

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.

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!