1  How shall I follow Him I serve?

    How shall I copy Him I love?

    Nor from those blessed footsteps swerve,

    Which lead me to His seat above?

 2  Privations, sorrows, bitter scorn,

    The life of toil, the mean abode,

    The faithless kiss, the crown of thorn —

    Are these the consecrated road?

 3  Lord, should my path through suff'ring lie,

    Forbid it I should e'er repine;

    Still let me turn to Calvary,

    Nor heed my griefs, rememb'ring Thine.

 4  O let me think how Thou didst leave

    Untasted every pure delight,

    To fast, to faint, to watch, to grieve,

    The toilsome day, the homeless night:

 5  To faint, to grieve, to die for me!

    Thou camest, not Thyself to please;

    And, dear as earthly comforts be,

    Shall I not love Thee more than these?