Jesus, I my cross have taken All to leave and follow Thee Destitute, despised, forsaken Thou from hence my all shall be Perish every fond ambition All I've sought, or hoped, or known Yet how rich is my condition God and heaven are still my own ♪ Go, then, earthly fame and treasure Come disaster, scorn and pain In Thy service, pain is pleasure With Thy favor, loss is gain I have called Thee, "Abba Father" And I have stayed my heart on Thee Storms may howl, and clouds may gather All must work for good to me ♪ Soul, then know thy full salvation Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear Think what Spirit dwells within thee Think what Father's smiles are thine Think that Jesus died to win thee Child of heaven, canst thou repine? ♪ Haste thee on from grace to glory Armed by faith and winged by prayer Heaven's eternal days before thee God's own hand shall guide us there Soon shall close thy earthly mission Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days Hope shall change to glad fruition Faith to sight, and prayer to praise