1.	Jesus, I my cross have taken, 
	All to leave, and follow Thee; 
	Destitue despised, forsaken, 
	Thou, from hence, my all shall 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! 

2.	Let the world despise and leave me, 
	They have left my Savior, 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. 

3.	Haste thee on from grace to glory, 
	Armed by faith, and winged by prayer; 
	Heav'n's eternal days 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.