Let me love and not be respected

Let me love and not be respected;

Let me serve and not be rewarded;

Let me labor and not be remembered;

Let me suffer and not be regarded.

’Tis the pouring

not the drinking;

’Tis the breaking

not the keeping—

A life suff’ring to seek others’ blessing

A life loving and true comfort giving.

Not expecting pity or concern

Not accepting solace or praise;

Even lonely

even forgotten;

Even wordless

even forsaken.

Tears and blood for the righteous crown

My price shall be; losing all

My cost for a faithful pilgrim’s life.

’Twas the life

O Lord

that You chose to live

In those days when on earth You walked

Gladly suff’ring all injuries and loss

So that all might draw near and repose.

I cannot see how much farther I shall go;

Still I press on

knowing there is no return.

Let me follow Your pattern

so perfect and true

Bearing all gratefully without complaint.

In this time of trial

O my Lord

I pray that You would wipe my hidden tears away;

Let me learn

O Lord

You are my reward;

Let me be others’ blessing all my days.