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Hymn #825: Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken

Hymn #824 Hymn #826


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825 ( Henry Lyte

Jesus, I my cross have taken,

All to leave, and follow Thee;

Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,

Thou henceforth 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 them, untrue;

Oh! while Thou dost smile upon me,

God 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,

Heav'n 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 unmixed with 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 to good to me.

Haste thee on from grace to glory,

Armed by faith, and winged by prayer,

Heav'n'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 soon change to full fruition,

Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

Hymn #824 Hymn #826