For Thee, my God, I’ll bear all griefs and losses,
No persecution, no disgrace or crosses,
No pains of death or tortures e’er shall move me,
Howe’er they prove me.
This, though at little value Thou dost set it,
Yet Thou, O gracious Lord, wilt not forget it;
E’en this Thou wilt accept with grace and favour,
My blessed Saviour.
And when, O Christ, before thy throne so glorious,
Upon my head is placed the crown victorious,