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 keep not
Pour out my life that others be blessed
Loss myself life that they may comforted
I do not seek pity or wishes
I do not seek glory or riches
But I 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 sorrow that abound
For this way you need thread when you lived
On this earth which is of your own
Gladly bore or loss as you purpose
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 led me Lord now learn of your perfect pattern
Suffered wrong no resentment in return
May you in this tideous dull 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
