Faithful unto Death

He bore the cross, my Lord divine Crushed for my sins, His blood did shine What right have I to comfort's ease When He endured such deep distress? If persecution comes my way If trials would make my spirit sway I'll stand and count it highest joy To suffer as He did employ The servant cannot claim more grace Than what his Master did embrace His path was marked with pain and grief My path must follow, past relief Though death may come, though trials press I'll not retreat, I'll not suppress The faith that calls me to His side Where martyrs' courage does abide Christ paid it ALL! No debt remains! His blood has broken all my chains And if I suffer for His name I'll glory in that sacred flame! Faithful unto death I'll stand Sealed by His eternal hand No persecution, no dark fear Can separate me from Him here! Christ paid it ALL! No debt remains! His blood has broken all my chains And if I suffer for His name I'll glory in that sacred flame!