1 Jesus, I my cross have taken,
all to leave, and follow Thee;
destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shalt be.
Perish ev'ry fond ambition,
all I've sought and hoped and known;
yet how rich is my condition,
God and heav'n 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  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.
O 'tis not in grief to harm me,
while Thy love is left to me;
O 'twere not in joy to charm me,
were that joy unmixed with Thee.

4 Hasten on from grace to glory,
armed by faith, and winged by prayer;
heav'n's eternal day's before me,
God's own hand shall guide me there.
Soon shall close my earthly mission,
swift shall pass my pilgrim days;
hope shall change to glad fruition,
faith to sight, and prayer to praise.