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 them, untrue

O 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

T’will but drive me to Thy breast

Life with trials hard may press me

Heav’n will bring me sweeter rest

Oh, tis not in grief to harm me

While Thy love is left to me

Oh, t’were 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 Fathers smiles are thine

Think that Jesus died to win thee

Child of heav’n, canst thou repine

Haste thee on from grace to glory

Armed by faith, and winged by prayer

Heav’ns eternal days before thee

Gods own hand shall guide us there

Soon shall close thy earthly mission

Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days

Hope shall change to glad fruition

Faith to sight, and prayer to praise