For others’ sake to longer wear

The garment old, that they, more bare,

May feel the warmth of robe you give,

And have a braver heart to live—

Nor show that you yourself deny

By any half-regretful sigh—

Herein is love.

For others’ sake to hush the moan,

And speak in gentle, cheerful tone;

For others’ sake to hide your tears,

And keep unspoken all your fears;

For others’ sake to be quite strong

When sore beset by foe and wrong—

Herein is love.

For others’ sake to seek to bear

The heaviest part of all life’s care;

Nor show the weary ache and strain

That falls on heart and soul brain;

But in it all to seem at rest,

And not as standing any test—

Herein is love.

For others’ sake to make life sweet

Though thorns may press into your feet;

For others’ sake to walk each day

As though joy helped you all the way,

While in your heart may be a grave

That makes it hard to be so brave—

Herein is love.

For others’ sake—this brought to earth

The benediction of His birth;

For others’ sake he suffered all

That into human life could fall;

For others flowed the crimson tide,

For others he was crucified—

Herein is love.