1 Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee;
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my All shalt be.
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.
2 Haste my soul from grace to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer,
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 shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
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First Line: | Jesus, I my cross have taken |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1880 |
Topic: | Christian Life and Hope; The Walk of Godliness: Christian Resolve and Holiness |
Notes: | Author from Index: H. F. Lyte |