So, Lord, Thou Goest Forth to Die

So

Lord

Thou go­est forth to die

For me the cross en­dur­ing;

For me a sin­ner will­ing­ly

A blest re­lease pro­cur­ing.

Go forth

my Lord—all praise be Thine;

Thee may I fol­low weep­ing:

Now floods of grief

my Lord

be mine

Watch o’er Thy sorr­ows keep­ing.

What for this won­drous love can I

Prepare for an obla­tion?

My all with­in is po­ver­ty

And deep hu­mil­ia­tion.

May I through all my mor­tal day

To Thee due trib­ute rais­ing

Serve on­ly Thee—in end­less day

Still serv­ing Thee and prais­ing.