To make my Saviour some return.
I’ll rise (if that will please thee, still,
And sure I’ve heard thee own it will;)
I’ll trace His steps and bear my cross,
Despising every grief and loss:
Since He, despising pain and shame,
First took up His, and did the same.
Parnell.
How blessed the man, how fully so,
As far as man is blessed below,