Such deference to thy Father’s will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe, and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains, and the midnight air,
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and thy victory too.
4 Be thou my pattern; may I bear
More of thy gracious image here;
And, by the paths which thou hast trod,