The pain, the exhaustion,

the love that drives Him on-

but the cross is so heavy.

Again He falls beneath the weight;

 and in bitter resolution-

Thy will be done-and in fatigue,

Jesus again drives Himself up against the cross,

and carries it on towards the fateful Hill of Death.

Will it never end?

I'm not as sure as when I started.

I never knew it would be like this.

But this is my firm choice:

Lord, I will go on with You.

Lord, I will go on with You.

 

 

Lord, often I fall,

and the temptation is not to rise again and continue with You.

When I fall and others watch and laugh,

or say, 'I told you so, you'll never make it,'

give me the strength to fulfil my promise:

Lord, I will go on with You.

Lord, I will go on with You.