1 Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow Thee;
Destitute, despised, 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!
God and heaven are still my own.
2 Let the world despise and leave me;
they have left my Savior, too.
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not, like man, untrue.
And while Thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love and might,
Foes may hate and friends may shun me.
show Thy face and all is bright.
3 Haste then on from grace to glory,
Arm'd by faith, and wing'd by prayer;
Heaven's eternal day's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall cease thy earthly mission,
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
