Many crowd the Savior’s kingdom

Many crowd the Savior’s kingdom

Few receive His cross;

Many seek His consolation

Few will suffer loss.

For the dear sake of the Master

Counting all but dross

For the dear sake of the Master

Counting all but dross.

Many sit at Jesus’ table

Few will fast with Him

When the sorrow-cup of anguish

Trembles to the brim.

Few watch with Him in the garden

Who have sung the hymn

Few watch with Him in the garden

Who have sung the hymn.

Many will confess His wisdom

Few embrace His shame.

Many

should He smile upon them

Will His praise proclaim;

Then

if for a while He leave them

They desert His name

Then

if for a while He leave them

They desert His name.

But the souls who love Him truly

Let woe come or bliss

These will count their dearest hearts’ blood

Not their own

but His.

Savior

Thou who thus hast loved me

Give me love like this

Savior

Thou who thus hast loved me

Give me love like this.