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 now rich is my condition!
God and heaven are still my own.

2 Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Saviour, too:
Human hearts and looks deceive me,
Thou art not, like them, untrue;
And whilst 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.

3 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.
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.

4 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.
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.