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 shalt be.

Perish

ev­ery fond am­bi­tion

All I’ve sought

and hoped

and known.

Yet how rich is my con­di­tion—

God and Heav’n 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;

Heav’n 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.