Make Jesus Glad

The blood-red sweat in the gar­den

And the brok­en heart on the tree

Are enough for my suf­fer­ing Sav­ior

To bear on earth for me.

Till I meet Him in the glo­ry

May I glad­den His yearn­ing soul

By bring­ing each day to Je­sus

Some wan­der­er from the fold.

My sins and fol­lies that grieve Him

As He watch­es me day by day

Are enough for my pa­tient Sav­ior

To bear along life’s way.

The scoffs of those who des­pise Him

And the sneers of those who re­vile

Are enough for my lov­ing Sav­ior

To bear for me awhile.