Believe not those who sayThe upward path is smooth,Lest thou should stumble in the way,And faint before the truth.
It is the only roadUnto the realms of joy;But he who seeks that blest abodeMust all his powers employ.
To labor and to love,To pardon and endure,To lift thy heart to God above,And keep thy conscience pure.
Be this thy constant aim,Thy hope, thy chief delight,What matter who should whisper blameOr who should scorn or slight.
What matters—if God approve,And if within thy breast,Thou feel the comfort of His love,The earnest of His rest?
Master, we Thy footsteps follow,We Thy Word obey,Hear us, Thy dear Name confessing,While we pray.
Now into Thy death baptizèd,We ourselves would beDead to all the sin that madeThy Calvary.
Rising with Thee, make us like Thee,In Thy love and care,In Thy zeal, and in Thy labor,And Thy prayer.
Let the love that knows no failingCast out all our fears,Let Thy pure and faithful SpiritFill our years.
Till we hear the trumpets soundingOn the other side,And forever, in Thy HeavenWe abide.
No cross for me, O blessèd Lord and Savior?No cross for me, when Thou Thine own didst bear,At midnight hour within the garden kneeling,While pitying stars beheld Thy anguish there.
There is a cross, and gladly I accept it;There is a warfare with a host of sin;But Thou has op’d the gate of life eternal,And Thou wilt let Thine own dear children in.
No cross for me, when Thou the King of glory,The Well-Beloved, the Father’s only Son,Didst with Thy blood atone for all transgressions?For Thou hast tasted death for ev’ry one.
No cross for me? shall I on Pisgah’s mountainContent abide, from care and trial free?Ah, no, but thro’ the wilderness of sorrow,Tho’ pierced with thorns, my feet shall follow Thee!
“Take up the cross if thou art My disciple!”Deep in my soul I hear Thy words of love:“Take up the cross, and when the war is over,Home, rest, and crown, with endless joy above!”
In token that thou shalt not fearChrist crucified to own,We print the cross upon thee here,And stamp thee His alone.
In token that thou shalt not blushTo glory in His Name,We blazon here upon thy frontHis glory and His shame.
In token that thou shalt not flinchChrist’s quarrel to maintain,But ’neath His banner manfullyFirm at thy post remain.
In token that thou too shalt treadThe path He traveled by,Endure the cross, despise the shame,And sit thee down on high.
Thus outwardly and visiblyWe seal thee for His own;And may the brow that wears His crossHereafter share His crown.