Let me love and not be requited,

Let me love and not be requited, Let me serve and not be rewarded, Let me labor and not be remembered, Let me suffer and not be regarded.

Let me pour wine, while I drink not, Let me break bread, while I eat not, Pour our my life that others be blessed, Lose my self life that they be comforted.

I do not seek pity or wishes, I do not seek glory or riches, But I'd rather be lonely, wretched Be discarded, be wrongly treated.

With my blood and tears pay the price to gain the crown On this pilgrims' ground bear all sorrows that abound For this way You did tread when You lived on this earth which is of Your own Gladly bore all loss as You purposed, That the people around you be composed.

I know not how far the future lies ahead, On this path of no retreating I am led. So let me, Lord, now learn of Your perfect pattern, Suffered wrong, no resentment in return.

May you in this tedious, dark interim Wipe away all my tears, somber and dim. For You are my solace I learn to know, Let my life be a pleasing fountain flow.