Jesus, I my cross have taken
All to leave and follow Thee
Destitute, despised, forsaken
Thou, from hence, my all shall be
Perish every fond ambition
All I've sought or hoped or known
Yet how rich is my condition
God and heav'n are still my own
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
Haste thee on from grace to glory
Armed by faith and winged by prayer
Heav'ns eternal days before thee
God's own hand shall guide thee there
Soon shall close thy earthly mission
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days
Hope shall change to glad fruition
Faith to sight and prayer to praise
