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.


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.


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 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.


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!


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 Father’s smiles are thine;

Think that Jesus died to win thee:

Child of heaven, canst thou repine?


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.


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.


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