Lord, before me is a task 
I will do, because You ask.
I don’t embark expecting bliss;
But by Your grace this rod l kiss. 

The fiery furnace beckons me,
I go, fulfilling your degree. 
Please, dear Jesus, hold my hand; 
Give me grace to trials withstand. 

Humiliation surely calls; 
Unless You hold me I will fall. 
You were upheld by a cross; 
Your dignity, a total loss. 

May my mission honor You, 
Help me walk in love and truth. 
This path is painful, but I know
You are with me e’er I go.