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 mine own.

Let the world despise and leave me,
they have left my Savior, too.
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not, like them, untrue.
Oh while Thou dost smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love and might,
Foes may hate and friends disown 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.

Go then earthly fame and treasure,
come disaster scorn and pain
in thy service pain is pleasure
with thy favor loss is gain
I have called thee Abba Father
I have stayed my heart on thee
storms may howl and clouds may gather
all must work for good to me

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,
swift shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope soon change to glad fruition,
faith to sight, and prayer to praise.