The blood-red sweat in the garden
And the broken heart on the tree,
Are enough for my suffering Savior
To bear on earth for me.
Till I meet Him in the glory,
May I gladden His yearning soul
By bringing each day to Jesus
Some wanderer from the fold.
My sins and follies that grieve Him,
As He watches me day by day,
Are enough for my patient Savior
To bear along life’s way.
The scoffs of those who despise Him,
And the sneers of those who revile,
Are enough for my loving Savior
To bear for me awhile.