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Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken

Congregational singing Metropolitan Tabernacle, London Text: Henry Francis Lyte | Tune: BETHANY (Smart) 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 and hoped and 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 Saviour too; Human hearts and looks deceive me; Thou art not, like them, untrue: And, while Thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate, and friends may shun me; Show Thy face, and all is bright. Man may trouble and distress me, It will drive me to Thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. There is not a grief can harm me, While I feel Thy love to me; There is not a joy can charm me, If it is apart from Thee. Take, my soul, this full salvation; Rise o’er sin and fear and care: Find in every situation Joy and peace − and service there; Think what Spirit dwells within me, What a Father’s smile is mine, What a Saviour died to win me: Child of Heaven, can I repine? Haste then on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer; Heaven’s eternal day’s before me; God’s own hand shall guide me there. Soon shall close my earthly mission, Swift shall pass my pilgrim days: Hope soon change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.