By various maxims, forms and rules,
That pass for wisdom in the schools,
I strove my passion to restrain;
But all my efforts proved in vain.
But since the Savior I have known
My rules are all reduced to one:
To keep my Lord, by faith, in view;
This strength supplies, and motives too.
I see Him lead a suffering life,
So patient midst reproach and strife;
And from His pattern courage take
To bear, and suffer, for His sake.
Upon the cross I see Him bleed,
And by the fight from guilt am freed;
This sight destroys the life of sin,
And quickens heav’nly life within.
To look to Jesus as He rose
Confirms my faith, disarms my foes;
I Satan shame and overcome,
By pointing to my Savior’s tomb.
Exalted on His glorious throne,
I see Him make my cause His own;
Then all my anxious cares subside,
For Jesus lives, and will provide.
I see Him look with pity down,
And hold in view the conqueror’s crown;
If pressed with griefs and cares before,
My soul revives, and asks no more.
By faith I see the hour at hand
When in His presence I shall stand;
Then it will be my endless bliss,
To see Him where, and as He is.