English poem
All else but this we could endure; this then is what we need
All else but this we could endure; this then is what we need; Our very idol must be slain, and we from self be freed. Then are we fit for Heaven's use, to help build up God's cause, To boldly speak in his defense, and vindicate his laws.
Oh! be it ours to live for God, his glory all our aim; He'll work in power when we come to him in Jesus' name. All that is wrong will he remove, and bring the truth to light; Oh! we can trust our all with him; his ways are just and right.
We'll go then where he leads the way, whatever man may say. The greatest saint is nought except the Lord direct his way. Angels can't help but through their Lord; to his arm all is due; We'll follow him, for surely he will lead us safely through.