And cleanse us from each stain of sin,
What to inflict, the Lord knows best;
’Tis only ours to stand the test.
What though we suffer grief and pain,
And earth’s fair prospects strew the plain,
Let us submit, whate’er befall,
And make our God our all in all.
What though we’re wrongfully accused,
Oft times e’en slanderously abused?
Say not these ills we cannot bear,