Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken

Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow Thee;

All things else I have 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, While I prove the Lord my own.

Let the world despise and leave me— They have left my Savior, too;

Human hearts and looks deceive me— Thou art faithful, Thou art true.

O, ’tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me;

O, ’twere not in joy to charm me, If that love be hid from 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 Father’s smiles are thine;

Think that Jesus died to win thee; Child of Heaven, canst thou repine?

Haste thee 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, Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days;

Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.