Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken,
All To Leave And Follow Thee
Naked, Poor, 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.

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 While Thou Shalt Smile Upon Me,
God Of Wisdom, Love, And Might,
Foes May Hate, And Friends May Scorn 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 Unblest By Thee !