1 My shoulders ache beneath my pack br 2 (Lie easier, Cross, upon His back). br br 3 I march with feet that burn and smart br 4 (Tread, Holy Feet, upon my heart). br br 5 Men shout at me who may not speak br 6 (They scourged Thy back and smote Thy cheek). br br 7 I may not lift a hand to clear br 8 My eyes of salty drops that sear. br br 9 (Then shall my fickle soul forget br 10 Thy agony of Bloody Sweat?) br br 11 My rifle hand is stiff and numb br 12 (From Thy pierced palm red rivers come). br br 13 Lord, Thou didst suffer more for me br 14 Than all the hosts of land and sea. br br 15 So let me render back again br 16 This millionth of Thy gift. Amen.