Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow Thee; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be. Perish ev'ry 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 Saviour 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 may shun me;
Show Thy face and all is bright. 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.