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

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

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

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