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

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

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

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