#11Consecration

JESUS, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee; All things else I have forsaken, Thou from hence my all shalt be. Perish ev'ry fond ambition, All I've sought, or hop'd, or known; Yet how rich is my condition, While I prove the Lord my own.

Let the world despise and leave me– They have left my Saviour too; Human hearts and looks deceive me– Thou art faithful, thou art true. O, 't is not in grief to harm me, While thy love is left to me; O, 't were not in joy to charm me, If that love be hid from me.

Soul, then know thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find, in every station, Something still to do or bear. Think what Spirit dwells within thee; Think what Father's smiles are thine; Think that Jesus died to win thee; Child of heaven, canst thou repine?

Haste thee on from grace to glory, Arm'd by faith, and wing'd by pray'r; Heaven'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 shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise!