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,
and hoped or known;
Yet how rich is my condition,
God and heaven are still my 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.

Go, then, earthly fame and treasure!
Come, disaster, scorn and pain!
In Thy service, pain is pleasure;
with Thy favor, loss is gain
I have called Thee, "Abba, Father;"
I have set my heart on Thee:
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,
all must work for good to me.

Man may trouble and distress me,
\'twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
O \'tis not in grief to harm me,
while Thy love is left to me;
O \'twere not in joy to charm me,
were that joy unmixed with Thee.

Hasten on from grace to glory,
armed by faith, and winged by prayer;
Heaven\'s eternal day\'s before me,
God\'s own hand shall guide me there.
Soon shall close my earthly mission,
swift shall pass my pilgrim days;
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
faith to sight, and prayer to praise.