1 Take the world with its follies and riches,
All its pleasures I’ve counted but dross;
And the dread of the coming tomorrow,
Mock its joys, turn its gains all to loss.

Chorus:
Farewell my sinful pleasures,
Farewell, my comrades all;
Farewell, my earthly treasures,
I go at Jesus’ call!

2 While my heart-strings are breaking asunder,
And I tearfully gaze on the past,
From the wreck of my earthly ambition,
I have fled to my Savior at last. [Chorus]

3 All that fame or that pleasure can offer,
All that wealth or that honor can buy,
All, yea, all, that I ever had hoped for,
Gladly goes; on His cross let them die. [Chorus]

4 I now gladly give up all to Jesus,
Take the cross, die the death to the world;
Separation, the motto I herald;
O’er the cross is that motto unfurled. [Chorus]