My day may have been pleasant, an easy burden to bear,
Until an evening darkness brings shadows everywhere.
My cross descends to crush me; I cannot stir and rise.
My cross down heavily drags me, and sadness clouds my eyes.
I yearn to wrest the cross into the fire,
See it burn and leave it far behind.
Rest easily at sunset; rise at dawn.
I try and strive to put it down,
Leave it, my life and time to own.
Take I cross again and heavily it goes,
But unknown hands help heave and it is up!
My new cross is borne by other hands than mine,
One who daily bears the burden, drinks the cup
Of suffering He knows well, still chooses wine.
I yearned to throw my cross to fire,
‘Stead took it up, look’d not behind.
Might not rest at sunset; rise at dawn.
But for His sake ne’er put it down,
Leave Me, Him life and time to own.