When My Love Grows Weak

When my love for man grows weak,

When for stronger faith I seek,

Hill of Calvary, I go

To thy scenes of fear and woe.

There behold His agony,

Suffered on the bitter tree;

See His anguish, see His faith,

Love triumphant still in death.

Then to life I turn again,

Learning all the worth of pain,

Learning all the might that lies

In a full self-sacrifice.

~Words: John Wreford & Music: Charles Vincent, Jr. (excerpt from When My Love To God Grows Weak)