MANY CROWN THE SAVIOUR'S KINGDOM
1. Many crowd the
Saviour's kingdom,
Few receive His
cross;
Many seek His prize
and honour,
Few would suffer
loss.
For the dear sake
of the Master,
Counting all but
dross,
For the dear sake
of the Master,
Counting all but dross.
2. Many long to
share His glory,
Few will bear His
shame;
Many long to share
His power,
Few will suffer
loss.
Almost none would
for His kingdom
Count their all as
dross;
Almost none would
for His kingdom
Count their all as
dross.
3. Many sit at
Jesus' table,
Few will fast with
Him,
When the sorrow cup
of anguish
Trembles to the
brim.
Few watch with Him
in the garden,
Who have sung the
hymn;
Few watch with Him
in the garden,
Who have sung the
hymn.
4 Many will confess
His wisdom,
Few embrace His
shame.
Many, should He
smile upon them,
Will His praise
proclaim;
Then, if for a
while He leave them,
They desert His
name;
Then, if for a
while He leave them,
They desert His
name.
5. But the souls
who love Him truly,
Let woe come or
bliss,
These will count
their dearest hearts' blood
Not their own, but
His.
Saviour, Thou who
thus hast loved me,
Give me love like
this;
Saviour, Thou who
thus hast loved me,
Give me love like
this.
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