Far, far,
From me my comrades in the war,
And this doth much my courage mar:
Haste in thy car of strength, O Lord!
With thine own sword my foes confound:
Then all the year round I’ll trust thy word.
XXV.
THE DAILY CROSS.
And must the cross attend my way,
And load my spirit night and day?
Lord, if it must, make me content: