Unto You alone, my Saviour
- To behold You, Lord, derided,
crowned with thorns and so tormented,
gives me strength to suffer too.
When in love You look upon me,
darkness and despair must leave me,
and Your comfort fills my soul.
- When my heart is sick with sorrow,
in Your wounded hands, dear Saviour,
I will rest and there be healed.
Jesus, I would bear wounds gladly
when Your enemies attack me.
You are worth all suffering!
- May it be my greatest honour
to bear wounds for You, my Saviour.
Help me not despair in fear.
You’re my all, my dearest treasure,
and Your life for me You offered,
that I might now give You mine.
- Let me praise You in my suffering,
all my gratitude expressing
for this blessed privilege.
You have chosen me to suffer,
to console You, dearest Saviour,
when I’m tortured for Your sake.
- Oh, the grace to suffer for You! –
and one day to stand beside You
when my race on earth is done.
Let me see the goal before me,
where the end of all my suffering
will be everlasting joy.
From My Father, I Trust You by M. Basilea Schlink
© 2016 Evang. Sisterhood of Mary, Darmstadt, Germany