To Pray As Jesus Prayed, When Faithless Brethren Sleep, - To Weep The Ruin Sin Has Made - The Only Ones That Weep, - To Bear The Heavy Cross, - To Toil, Yet Murmur Not, - To Suffer Pain, Reproach, And Loss, - Be Such Our Earthly Lot. Yet Oh, How Richly Blest The Master'S Cup To Share, - The Aching Grief That Wrung His Breast, - His Broken-Hearted Prayer, - If Thus We May But Gain One Sheaf Of Golden Wheat Gleaned From Earth'S Sultry Harvest-Plain, To Lay At His Dear Feet! - If Thus We May But Win One Precious Earthly Gem Snatched From The Mire Of Vice And Sin, For His Rich Diadem! - Here, Sorrow, Patience, Prayer; In Heaven, The Rich Reward! Here, The Sharp Thorns, The Cross, - And There "Forever With The Lord"!