390 – Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken

Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave and follow Thee; Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shall be. Perish every fond ambition, all I’ve sought or hoped or known! Yet how rich is my condition, God and heav’n are still mine own!

Let the world despise and leave me, they have left my Savior, 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!

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. 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!

Haste then on from grace to glory, armed by faith, and winged by prayer, Heav’n’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 soon change to glad fruition, faith to sight, and prayer to praise!