Jesus! I my cross have taken

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Jesus! I my cross have taken,

All to leave and follow Thee;

All things else for Thee 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.

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Let the world despise nd leave me;

It has left my Saviour too:

Human hearts and looks deceive me;

Thou art not, like them, untrue:

And while Thou dost smile upon me,

God of wisdom, love, and might!

Foes may hate, and friends disown me,

Show Thy face, and all is bright.

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Man may trouble and distress me;

'Twill but drive me to Thy breast:

Life with trials hard may press me;

Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.

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.

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Take, my soul, thy full salvation;

Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care;

Joy to find in every situation,

Something still to do or bear:

Think what Spirit dwells within thee;

What a Father's smile is thine;

What a Saviour died to win thee:-

Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?

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Haste thee on from grace to glory,

Armed by faith, and winged by prayer;

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 full fruition,

Faith to sight, and prayer to praise!