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 Saviour, 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 stationSomething 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.