Jesu, Thy Weak Disciples See

Jesu

Thy weak dis­ci­ples see

Entreated in the world like Thee

Partakers of Thy shame;

Because we will not let Thee go

Sweet fel­low­ship with Thee to know

And suf­fer for Thy name.

Thy marks we in our bo­dy bear

Our mas­ter’s cross we dai­ly share

And bless the sac­red sign

Here buf­fet­ed for do­ing well

We thank­ful­ly ac­cept the seal

And feel that we are Thine.

Our back we to the smit­ers give

Evil for good with joy re­ceive

Nor mean­ly strive to hide

From spit­ting

and from shame our face

But glo­ry in the full dis­grace

Of Je­sus cru­ci­fied.

For Thy dear sake we suf­fer wrong

And per­se­cut­ed all day long

We thus the crown en­sure

As sheep ap­point­ed to be slain

Our por­tion of con­tempt and pain

We to the end en­dure.

We in Thy strength can all things do

Thro’ Thee can all things suf­fer

too

When Thou the pow­er shalt give;

We then by faith shall see Thee stand

The great High Priest at God’s right hand

Our spir­its to re­ceive.

Wherefore to Thee our souls we trust

Our Sav­ior to the ut­ter­most

To Thee we bold­ly come

With joy up­on our heads re­turn

High on the wings of an­gels borne

To our eter­nal home.