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 Savior, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not, like them, untrue,
Oh! while thou dost smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends disown me
Show thy face, and all is bright.