GRH 554 Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken

(1)
Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow Thee;
Destitute, 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!

(2)
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;
O’tis not in grief to harm me
While Thy love is left to me;
O’twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.

(3)
Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Saviour, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me,
Thou art not, like man, 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.

(4)
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,
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.