Jesus, I my cross have taken All to leave and follow Thee Destitute, despised, forsaken Thou from hence my all shall be Perish every vain ambition All I've ever hoped or known Yet how rich is my condition God and heav'n are still my own Let the world despise and leave me They have left my Savior too Human hearts and looks deceive me Thou are not, like them, untrue O while Thou dost smiled upon me God of wisdom, love, and might Foes may hate and friends may shun me Show your face and all is bright Go then, earthly fame and treasure Come, disaster, scorn, and pain In Thy service pain is pleasure With Thy favor loss is gain I have called you Abba, Father I have stayed my heart on Thee Storms may howl, and clouds may gather All must work for good to me Haste then on from grace to glory Armed by faith and winged by prayer Heav'n's eternal days before thee God's own hand shall guide us there Soon shall close the earthly mission Swift shall pass the pilgrim days Hope soon change to glad fruition Faith to sight and prayer to praise