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

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

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

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