1 Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee;
Naked, poor, despised, 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!
God and heaven are still my own.

2 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 forsake me:
Show Thy face and all is bright.

3 Man may trouble an distress me,
'Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may pressume,
Heaven 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!

4 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 Saviour died to win thee;
Child of heaven, shouldst thou r epine?

Amen.