1 Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow thee:
All things else I have 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,
While I prove the Lord my own.

2 Let the world despise and leave me
They have left my Saviour, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me
Thou art faithful, thou art true.
O, 'tis not in grief to harm me,
While thy love is left to me;
O, 'twere not in joy to charm me,
If that love be hid from me.

3 Soul, then know 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;
Think what Father's smiles are thine;
Think that Jesus died to win thee;
Child of Heaven, canst thou repine?

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,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.