Your call is clear, cold centuries across;
You bid me follow You, and take my cross,
and daily lose myself, myself deny,
and stern against myself shout `Crucify'
My stubborn nature rises to rebel
against You call. proud choruses of hell
unite to magnify my restless hate
of servitude, lest I capitulate
The world, to see my cross, would pause and jeer
I have no choice, but to persevere
to save myself - and follow You from far
more slow than Magi - for I have no star
And yet You call me still. Your cross
eclipses mine, transforms the bitter loss
I thought that I would suffer if I came
to You - into immeasurable gain
I kneel before You, Jesus, crucified
my cross is shouldered and my self denied
I'll follow daily, closely, not refurse
for love of You and man myself to lose
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