1.
“Take My yoke upon you, and learn of Me.”
The way of sorrows and this burden sore
Are of Thy life the sad epitome,
Wherein a weight of sorrows hung on Thee,
With Thine eyes on us fixed for evermore,
That we may rest our hearts on Thee before,
And gazing on Thee in Thy way of grief,
May from our very sorrows find relief,
Till hardship be to us hardship no more;
That Thou, by Thine abasement and deep loss,
May'st clothe us with Thy Godhead by Thy Cross.
So may our heart of hearts of Thee partake,
Till sorrow becomes welcome for Thy sake,
And e'en our punishment becomes our rest,
Exalted more, the more we are oppress'd.
