THE CHURCH
CONGREGATIONAL HYMNS

(87.87. D.) R. C. H. 502

by HENRY FRANCIS LYTE, 1793-1847.

Jesus, I my cross have taken
"No, in all these things we are more than conquerous". Rom. 8:37
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.
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't were not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with thee!
Take, my soul, 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,
What a father's smile is thine,
What thy saviour died to win thee:
Child of Heaven, shouldst thou repine?
Haste then on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by pray'r;
Heaven's eternal day's before thee;
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission;
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope soon change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise