More courage I will need for sure, But any pain I will
endure, Because it makes me like to you And leads unto
your kingdom too.
In sorrow do I find my bliss, For sorrow now no more is
this: Rather the path that must be trod, That makes me
one with you, my God.
Oh, leave me here alone and still, And all around the
cold and chill. To enter here I will have none; I weary
not when I’m alone.
For, Jesus you are at my side; Never so close did we
abide. Stay with me, Jesus, my delight, Your presence
near makes all things right.