Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow thee;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be:
Let the world neglect and leave me,
They have left my Savior, too;
Human hopes have oft deceived me;
Thou art faithful, thou art true;
Perish earthly fame and treasure!
Come, disaster, scorn and pain!
In thy service, pain is pleasure;
With thy favor, loss is gain.
O 'tis not in grief to harm me,
While thy bleeding love I see,
O 'tis not in joy to charm me,
When that love is hid from me.
|First Line:||Jesus, I my cross have taken|
|Title:||Jesus, I my cross have taken|
|Source:||From Gregorian Chant|