1.

Teach me to praise You, Lord, as I ought,
Jesus, my King!
Good gifts and blessings to me You’ve brought—
More You will bring.
In tribulation and times of testing,
I’m in Your wounds, dear Lord Jesus, resting—
/: A place of blest eternal rest. :/

2.

At times the cross weighs down heavily;
I’m tired and sore.
If I’m dismayed, Lord, You strengthen me.
Hope You restore.
When heavy loads on You, Lord, were weighing,
You learned through suff’ring—God’s will obeying.
/: Thanks, Lord, that You teach me this too. :/

3.

While here on earth so misunderstood,
Life’s way You walked.
Your path was noble; You did the good,
Yet You were mocked.
The Father’s will You were always doing—
So still and humble, His ways pursuing,
/: Ne’er Your own will did You fulfill. :/

4.

Lord you have suffered exceedingly—
More than we know.
’Tis through the cross I Your steps can see
On earth below.
You’ve gone ahead—this with hope inspires,
When I must tread upon thorns and briars,
/: Each step I go, You peace bestow. :/

Written in 1920 by Hilda Broks (published in 1920)traditional norwegian melodyText © Stiftelsen Skjulte Skatters ForlagNorway ⋅ G