Jesus, I my cross have taken
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1 Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow Thee. Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shall be. I will follow Thee, my saviour; Thou didst shed Thy blood for me. And though all the world forsake Thee By Thy grace I’ll follow Thee. 2 Perish ev’ry fond ambition, All I’ve sought, and hoped, and known. Yet how rich is my condition! God and heaven are still mine own. 3 Let the world despise and leave me, They have left my Savior, too. Human hearts and looks deceive me; Thou art not, like them, untrue. 4 And whilst Thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love and might, Foes may hate, and friends disown me, show Thy face and all is bright. 5 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. H.F. Lyte