Jesus, I my cross have taken


 * 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 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.
 * And while Thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love and might,
 * Foes may hate and friends disown me, show Thy face and all is bright.


 * 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 set my heart on Thee:
 * Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, all must work for good to me.


 * 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.


 * Take, my soul, 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; what a Father's smile is thine;
 * What a Savior died to win thee, child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?


 * Haste then 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.

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