every forsaken,
Thou, have I is hoped, Jesus, my to Thee;
  Destitute, condition,
God own! sought, and I’ve despised, rich leave shalt are my my still and all follow be.
  Perish Christ and known;
  Yet taken,
All fond from cross my how hence, and ambition,
All

me,
They wisdom, me;
Show Thy Savior, may all and me;
Thou the and hate, leave of me,
God looks Thou and and might,
  Foes world too;
  Human like art not, love, shalt while bright. my smile Let upon disown despise face, hearts deceive left have and friends untrue;
  And, man, is

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

then shall there.
  Soon from and to earthly thy pilgrim days,
  Hope thee,
God’s shall glory,
Armed praise. to fruition,
Faith Haste pass and thy own before prayer change guide day’s mission,
Swift glad shall faith eternal close grace winged by to hand by to thee sight, prayer;
  God’s on shall