He came not for pleasure,
But for pain.
Not for idle leisure,
Not for gain,
Not for self inspired,
But for them.
He suffered, bled, and died,
Not in vain.

Hero of heroes great,
King of love.
Despised, forlorn His fate,
From above.
Oh! How may I requite,
Love so great?
How all my powers unite?
It is late.

May I as He, go forth.
Life is to lose,
To show how prized His worth.
Shall I choose
To suffer now for Him,
As did he,
And reign in love with Him,
With Him be.