129. Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave
Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow Thee;
Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shalt be.
I will follow Thee my Saviour,
Thou didst shed Thy blood for me,
And though all the world forsake Thee,
By the grace I will follow Thee.
2 Perish every 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 Saviour, 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 Man may trouble and distress me, ’T will but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
6 Oh! ’tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me;
Oh! ’twere not in joy to charm me, Where that joy unmixed with Thee.