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Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken

HYMN TO JOY · 8.7.8.7.D · words Henry F. Lyte · music Ludwig van Beethoven

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Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken to fear, scorn Sav fol my and me ter, Rise o'er but dis have to as sin, drive and left leave care; breast. pain! too. Thee. and Thy and ior, low soul, trou earth world I my may then, the sus, 'Twill thy ble ly de my 3. Go 2. Let 1. Je Man 5. Take, 4. va tress trea leave tak Come, They All tion; me, sure! me, en, full and fame spise cross sal dis and and have do sweet loss them, all un or er is shalt still bring fa not, hence thing will Thy art from vor, to me like my rest. bear! gain. true; be. find tri ser hearts tute, to with Thy man spised, ti in als vice, and de Life Joy In Hu Des tion me; sure; me; en, looks press plea ceive sta Some Heav'n With Thou Thou sak ev hard pain may is for ery de smile left heart love hoped, have is to on and and a Thy and dom, my is ther's Fa love set wis sought, Thee: known. might, me! thine; ery shalt Thee in it Spir not called Thou ev smile Ab grief dwells fond of what 'tis have while ish, Think Oh, I And Per thee; me ther; me, tion, I've What While I God All in am up ba, to with harm Fa on bi thou mixed good all still is re with to mine Heav'n, joy work face, Heav'n of that must Thy and for shouldst un and are Thee. pine? me. bright. own! Sav not howl, hate rich a 'twere may may my how ior in and and is What Oh, Storms Foes Yet thee— me, er, me: tion— friends charm gath own win Child Were All Show God died joy clouds di con to may to dis 6. Haste then on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer, Heav'n'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. Henry F. Lyte, 1824 HYMN TO JOY 8.7.8.7.D Ludwig van Beethoven, 1824

1.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 Heav'n are still mine own!

2.Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Savior, 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 disown me:
Show Thy face, and all is bright.

3.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 Thee Abba, Father;
I have set my heart on Thee:
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,
All must work for good to me.

4.Man may trouble and distress me,
'Twill but drive me to Thy breast.
Life with trials hard may press me;
Heav'n will bring me sweeter rest.
Oh, 'tis not in grief to harm me
While Thy love is left to me!
Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.

5.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 a Savior died to win thee—
Child of Heav'n, shouldst thou repine?

6.Haste then on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer,
Heav'n'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.

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