H.F.Lyte
JESUS, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee,
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be.
I will follow Thee, my Saviour,
Thou didst shed Thy blood for me,
And though all the world forsake Thee,
By Thy grace I’ll follow Thee.
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Perish every fond ambition;
All I’ve sought, or hoped, or known;
Yet how rich is my condition!
God and heaven are still my own.
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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;
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And whilst Thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends forsake me;
Show Thy face, and all is bright.
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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.
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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!
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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.
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Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
Think what Father’s smiles are thine;
Think that Jesus died to win thee:
Child of heaven, canst thou repine?
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Haste thee 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.
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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.