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 or hoped or known
Yet how rich is my condition! God and heav’n are still my own

Go now 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 shall work for good to me

Soul, then know thy full salvation, Rise o’er sin and fear and doubt
Joy to find in every station, His good presence ne’er without

Think what Spirit dwells within thee, Think what Father’s smiles are thine
Think that Jesus died to win thee, “Child of heaven, thou art Mine”

Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer
Heaven’s eternal days before thee, God’s own hand shall guide us 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

O while Thou dost smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might
Life with trials hard may press me, All eclipsed by heaven’s light

Henry Lyte, Public Domain