Lord, I take up my cross; I would follow Thee

Lord

I take up my cross;

I would follow Thee.

Fleeting fame

honor

wealth—

Dropping willingly.

Scolded

mocked

ridiculed

I no heed would pay;

Sufferings

pressures too—

Walk Thy narrow way.

Trust Thy grace

heed Thy word

Faithful to the end.

Gain that day from my Lord

Matchless diadem

Matchless diadem

Matchless diadem.