Not for the world's pride dost Thou care,
Nor joys the flesh doth offer;
In human form Thou liest there,
For us to do and suffer,
Seek'st joy and comfort for my soul,
While waves of trouble o'er Thee roll;
I never will Thee hinder.
One thing I hope Thou'lt grant to me,
My Saviour! ne'er deny me,
That I may evermore have Thee