Fellowship With Christ

To pray as Jesus prayed, When faithless brethren sleep,-- To weep the ruin sin has made-- The only ones that weep,-- To bear the heavy cross,-- To toil, yet murmur not,-- To suffer pain, reproach, and loss,-- Be such our earthly lot.

Yet oh, how richly blest The Master's cup to share,-- The aching grief that wrung His breast,-- His broken-hearted prayer,-- If thus we may but gain One sheaf of golden wheat Gleaned from Earth's sultry harvest-plain, To lay at His dear feet!--

If thus we may but win One precious earthly gem Snatched from the mire of vice and sin, For His rich diadem!-- Here, sorrow, patience, prayer; In Heaven, the rich reward! Here, the sharp thorns, the cross,--and there "Forever with the Lord"!