Hymn 110 - 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 shalt be;

Perish ev’ry fond ambition,

All I’ve sought or hoped or 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 Saviour, 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;

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.

Haste thee on from grace to glory,

Armed by faith, and winged by prayer;

Heaven’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 shall change to glad fruition,

Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.