Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave and follow Thee.
Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shall be.
Perish every fond ambition, all I¡¦ve sought or hoped or known.
Yet how rich is my condition! God and heaven are still mine own.
Let the world despise and leave me, they have left my
Saviour, too.
Human hearts and looks deceive me; Thou art
not, like them, untrue.
And while 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 favour,
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; heaven 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.
Take, my soul, thy full salvation; rise o¡¦er sin, and fear,
and care;
Joy to find in every station something still to do
or bear:
Think what Spirit dwells within thee; what a
Father¡¦s smile is thine;
What a Saviour died to win thee,
child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?
Haste then on from grace to glory, armed by faith, and winged
by prayer,
Heaven¡¦s eternal day¡¦s before thee, God¡¦s own hand
shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
swift shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope soon change to glad
fruition, faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
