Hymn: Many Crowd the Saviour‵s Kingdom
Author: Thomas A. Kempis (1380-1471)
1. Many crowd the Savior‵s Kingdom,
Few receive His cross;
Many seek His consolation,
Few will suffer loss.
For the dear sake of the Master,
Counting all but dross,
For the dear sake of the Master,
Counting all but dross.
Few receive His cross;
Many seek His consolation,
Few will suffer loss.
For the dear sake of the Master,
Counting all but dross,
For the dear sake of the Master,
Counting all but dross.
2. Many long to share His glory,
Few will bear His shame;
Many long to share His power,
Few will suffer loss.
Almost none would for His Kingdom
Count their all as dross.
Almost none would for His Kingdom
Count their all as dross.
Few will bear His shame;
Many long to share His power,
Few will suffer loss.
Almost none would for His Kingdom
Count their all as dross.
Almost none would for His Kingdom
Count their all as dross.
3. Many sit at Jesus‵ table,
Few will fast with Him,
When the sorrow-cup of anguish
Trembles to the brim.
Few watch with Him in the garden,
Who have sung the hymn,
Few watch with Him in the garden,
Who have sung the hymn.
Few will fast with Him,
When the sorrow-cup of anguish
Trembles to the brim.
Few watch with Him in the garden,
Who have sung the hymn,
Few watch with Him in the garden,
Who have sung the hymn.
4. Many will confess His wisdom,
Few embrace His shame.
Many, should He smile upon them,
Will His praise proclaim;
Then, if for a while He leave them,
They desert His name,
Then, if for a while He leave them,
They desert His name.
Few embrace His shame.
Many, should He smile upon them,
Will His praise proclaim;
Then, if for a while He leave them,
They desert His name,
Then, if for a while He leave them,
They desert His name.
5. But the souls who love Him truly,
Let woe come or bliss,
These will count their dearest hearts‵ blood
Not their own, but His.
Savior, Thou who thus hast loved me,
Give me love like this,
Savior, Thou who thus hast loved me,
Give me love like this.
Let woe come or bliss,
These will count their dearest hearts‵ blood
Not their own, but His.
Savior, Thou who thus hast loved me,
Give me love like this,
Savior, Thou who thus hast loved me,
Give me love like this.

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