1 Jesus, I my cross have taken,
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be.
2 Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Savior, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not, like man, untrue;
And, while Thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
3 Man may trouble and distress me,
'Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Christ will bring me sweeter rest.
O 'tis not in grief to harm me,
4 Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer;
God'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 shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
1 Jesus, I my cross have taken,
I will follow Thee, my Savior,
Thou didst shed Thy blood for me,
And though all the world forsake Thee,
By Thy grace I'll follow Thee.
2 Perish every fond ambition,
I will follow Thee, my Savior,
Thou didst shed Thy blood for me,
And though all the world forsake Thee,
By Thy grace I'll follow Thee.
3 Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Savior, too;
I will follow Thee, my Savior,
Thou didst shed Thy blood for me,
And though all the world forsake Thee,
By Thy grace I'll follow Thee.
4 And, while Thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
I will follow Thee, my Savior,
Thou didst shed Thy blood for me,
And though all the world forsake Thee,
By Thy grace I'll follow Thee.
5 Man may trouble and distress me,
'Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
I will follow Thee, my Savior,
Thou didst shed Thy blood for me,
And though all the world forsake Thee,
By Thy grace I'll follow Thee.
6 O 'tis not in grief to harm me,
I will follow Thee, my Savior,
Thou didst shed Thy blood for me,
And though all the world forsake Thee,
By Thy grace I'll follow Thee.
7 Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer;
I will follow Thee, my Savior,
Thou didst shed Thy blood for me,
And though all the world forsake Thee,
By Thy grace I'll follow Thee.
8 Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days,
I will follow Thee, my Savior,
Thou didst shed Thy blood for me,
And though all the world forsake Thee,
By Thy grace I'll follow Thee.