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Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee;
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be.
Perish every fond ambition,
All I’ve sought, and hoped, and known;
Yet how rich is my condition,
God and Christ are still my own!
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Jesus, I my
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cross have
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taken,
All to leave and follow
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Thee;
Desti
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tute, des
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pised, for
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saken,
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Thou, from
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hence, my
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all shalt
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be.
Perish every
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fond am
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bition,
All I've
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sought, and
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hoped, and
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known;
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Yet how
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rich is
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my con
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dition,
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God and
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Christ are
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still my
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own!
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Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Savior, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not, like man, untrue;
And, while Thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends disown me;
Show Thy face, and all is bright.
Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Savior, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not, like man, untrue;
And, while Thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends disown me;
Show Thy face, and all is bright.
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Let the world
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despise and
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leave me,
They have left my Savior,
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too;
Human
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hearts and
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looks
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deceive me;
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Thou art
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not, like
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man,
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untrue;
And, while Thou shalt
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smile
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upon me,
God of
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wisdom,
A7
love, and
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might,
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Foes may
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hate, and
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friends
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disown me;
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Show Thy
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face, and
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all is
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bright.
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Man may trouble and distress me,
’Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Christ will bring me sweeter rest.
O ’tis not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me;
O ’twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
Man may trouble and distress me,
'Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Christ will bring me sweeter rest.
O ’tis not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me;
O 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
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Man may trouble
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and
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distress me,
'Twill but drive me to Thy
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breast;
Life with
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trials hard
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may press
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me,
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Christ will
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bring me
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sweeter
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rest.
O ’tis not in
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grief to
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harm me,
While Thy
G-C
love is
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left to
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me;
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O 'twere
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not in
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joy to
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charm me,
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Were that
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joy
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unmixed with
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Thee.
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Haste then on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer;
God’s eternal day’s before thee,
God’s own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Haste then on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer;
God's eternal day's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
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Haste then on from
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grace to
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glory,
Armed by faith and winged by
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prayer;
God's
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eternal
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day's
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before thee,
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God's own
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hand shall
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guide thee
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there.
Soon shall close thy
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earthly
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mission,
Swift shall
G-C
pass thy
A7
pilgrim
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days,
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Hope shall
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change to
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glad
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fruition,
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Faith to
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sight, and
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prayer
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to praise.