Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shall be.
Perish ev’ry fond ambition,
All I’ve sought, or hoped, or known.
Yet how rich is my condition!
God and heav’n are still my own.

Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Savior, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me,
Thou art not like them untrue.
And whilst Thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love and might,
Foes may hate, and friends disown me,
Show Thy face and all is bright.

Go, then earthly fame and treasure;
Come, disaster, scorn and pain;
In Thy service pain is pleasure,
With Thy favor loss is gain.
I have called Thee Abba, Father,
I have set my heart on Thee;
Storms may howl and clouds may gather,
All must work for good to me.

Man may trouble and distress me,
‘Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heav’n will bring me sweeter rest.
Oh, ’tis not in grief to harm me
While Thy love is left to me;
Oh, ’twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.

Soul, then know thy full salvation,
Rise o’er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find, in ev’ry station,
Something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee,
Think what Father’s smiles are thine;
Think that Jesus died to win thee;
Child of heav’n canst thou repine?

Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and wing’d by prayer;
Heav’n’s eternal day’s before thee,
God’s own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight and pray’r to praise.

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