#292I My Cross Have Taken

Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee; Destitute, despised, 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! God and heaven are still my own.

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.

O 'tis not in grief to harm me, While thy love is left to me; O '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.

So while here the cross I'm bearing, Meet to suffer, live, or die, I will go to Jesus, sharing All his sorrows from on high.