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 how 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 while Thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate, and friends may scorn 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 unblest by Thee !