LET ME LOVE AND NOT BE RESPECTED
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 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 you
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.
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