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Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken

NETTLETON · 8.7.8.7.D · words Henry F. Lyte · music John Wyeth

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Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken and to scorn Sav ter, fol and my me low and Thy and ior, fear, o'er but dis have to sin, drive as left leave care; breast. pain! too. Thee. soul, trou earth world I my may then, ble ly de my the Man 3. Go 2. Let 1. Je 4. sus, thy 5. Take, va tress trea leave tak Rise 'Twill Come, They All tion; me, sure! me, en, cross full and fame spise dis sal and and have my sweet loss them, vor, all to like me shalt or er is un do thing will Thy art from still bring fa not, hence bear! rest. gain. true; be. find tri ser hearts tute, to with Thy als vice, and de man ti in Joy Life In Hu Des sta press plea ceive sak Some Heav'n With Thou Thou tion me; sure; me; en, spised, ev hard pain looks ery may for de is All and dom, my is ther's God I is to on and and smile left heart love hoped, I've a Thy have of While What Fa love set wis sought, known. thine; me! Thee: might, Spir not called Thou ev it in Thee shalt ery what 'tis have while ish, Think Oh, I And Per in thee; me ther; me, tion, with to ba, up harm am dwells grief Ab smile fond Fa on bi all good still mixed thou shouldst un for and are is re with to mine Heav'n face, of that must Thy and Heav'n, joy work pine? Thee. me. bright. own! rich Sav not howl, hate ior in and and is a 'twere may may how What Oh, Storms Foes Yet win charm gath own Child Were All Show God di thee— me, er, me: tion— joy died clouds friends my to to may dis con 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 NETTLETON 8.7.8.7.D John Wyeth, 1813

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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