Let me love and not be respected;

Let me serve and not be rewarded;

Let me labor and not be remembered;

Let me suffer and not be regarded,

'Tis the pouring, not the drinking;

'Tis the breaking, not the keeping -

A life suff'ring to seek other's blessing,

A life loving and true comfort giving.

Not expecting pity and concern,

Not accepting solace and applause;

Even lonely, even forgotten,

Even wordless, even forsaken.

Tears and blood my price for the righteous crown shall be;

Losing all, my cost for a faithful pilgrim's life,

'Twas the life, O Lord, that you chose to live

In those days when on earth you walked,

Gladly suff'ring all injuries and loss

So that all might draw near and repose.

I cannot see how much farther I shall go;

Still I press on, knowing there is no return.

Let me follow your pattern so perfect and true,

Bearing in gratitudes without complaint.

In this time of trial, O my Lord,

I pray that you'd wipe all my hidden tears away;

Let me learn, O Lord, you are my reward,

Let me be others' blessing all my days.