325. Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken

Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow Thee; All things else I have 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, While I prove the Lord my own. Let the world despise and leave me; They have left my Savior, too; Human hearts and looks deceive me; Thou art faithful, Thou art true. O, 'tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me; O, 'twere not in joy to charm me, If that love be hid from me. 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. Think what Spirit dwells within thee; Think what Father's smiles are thine; Think that Jesus died to win thee; Child of Heaven, canst thou repine? 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, Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days; Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.