Turn, shuddering, from the death of shame?
4 Onward, like thee, through scorn and dread,
May we our Father’s call obey,
Steadfast thy path of duty tread,
And rise, through death, to endless day.
130.
L. M.
Doddridge.
“Thy Will, Not Mine, Be Done.”
1 “Father divine!” the Saviour cried,