Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All
to leave and follow Thee.
All
things else I have forsaken;
Thou
from hence my all shalt be.
Perish
every fond ambition,
All
I’ve sought or hoped or known;
Yet
how rich is my condition,
While
I prove the Lord my own.
2
Let
the world despise and leave me,
They
have left my Savior, too.
Human
hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou
art faithful, Thou art true.
Oh,
’tis not in grief to harm me,
While
Thy love is left to me;
Oh,
’twere not in joy to charm me,
If
that love be hid from me.
3
Soul,
then know 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;
Think
what a Father’s smiles are thine;
Think
that Jesus died to win thee;
Child
of Heaven, canst thou repine?
4
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,
Soon
shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope
shall change to glad fruition,
Faith
to sight, and prayer to praise.