Let Me Love And Not Be Respected;

Let me love and not be respected; Let me serve and not be rewarded; Let me labor and not be remembered; Let me suffer and not be regarded.

’Tis the pouring, not the drinking; ’Tis the breaking, not the keeping— A life suff’ring to seek others’ blessing, A life loving and true comfort giving.

Not expecting pity or concern, Not accepting solace or praise; Even lonely, even forgotten; Even wordless, even forsaken.

Tears and blood for the righteous crown My price shall be; losing all, My cost for a faithful pilgrim’s life. ’Twas the life, O Lord, that You chose to live In those days when on earth You walked, Gladly suff’ring all injuries and loss So that all might draw near and repose.

I cannot see how much farther I shall go; Still I press on, knowing there is no return. Let me follow Your pattern, so perfect and true, Bearing all gratefully without complaint.

In this time of trial, O my Lord, I pray that You would wipe my hidden tears away; Let me learn, O Lord, You are my reward; Let me be others’ blessing all my days.