Jesus, I my cross have taken,
By Thy grace to follow Thee;
I am weak, despised, forsaken,
Thou henceforth my all must be.
Perish every fond ambition-
All I’ve sought or hoped or known!
Yet how rich is my condition-
God and heaven are now my own!

Let the world despise and leave me,
All its hate my Saviour knew!
Human hearts and looks deceive me-
Thou art not, like them, untrue;
Oh! while Thou dost smile upon me,
Lord of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends disown 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-
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 apart from Thee!

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 stayed my heart on Thee!
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather-
All must work for good to me!