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 and known
Yet how rich is my condition
God and heav'n are still my own

Let the world despise and leave me
They have left my Savior too
Human hearts and looks deceive me
Thou are 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

Hasten on from grace to glory
Armed by faith and winged by prayer
Heav'n 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