392 Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee,

1 Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee, And plead to be forgiven, So let Thy life our pattern be, And form our souls for heaven. 2 Help us through good report and ill Our daily cross to bear, Like Thee to do our Father's will, Our brethren's grief to share. 3 Let grace our selfishness expel, Our earthliness refine, And kindness in our bosoms dwell As free and true as Thine. 4 If joy shall at Thy bidding fly, And grief's dark day come on, We in our turn would meekly cry, "Father, Thy will be done." 5 Should friends misjudge, or foes defame, Our brethren faithless prove, Then, like Thine own, be all our aim To conquer them by love. 6 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, Forgiving and forgiven, O may we lead the pilgrim's life, And follow Thee to heaven.