Jesus I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow Thee; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shall be. Perish ev'ry fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known, Yet how rich is my condition, God and heav'n are still my own. Let the world despise and leave me, They have left my Saviour too; Human hearts and looks deceive me, Thou art not like them, untrue. And whilst 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.