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

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

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

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