Oh mark my heart, Lord, with your cross
Till nothing less will satisfy;
Until I count earth's gain as loss,
And, to my self, begin to die.
Until I know the tears, the pain,
Are worth it all, for you are God;
And, knowing that all else is vain,
Walk in the path which Jesus trod.
Till the proud heart and stubborn will
Are laid an offering at your feet
With heart and soul and mind; until
I yearn for my complete defeat.
That I might rise a conqueror, Lord,
O'er sin and self and Satan's host;
And find my heart's delight, reward,
In loving you the more, the most.