1 "Jesus, I my cross have taken,"—
In the village choir she stood,
Little thought of joys forsaken
Mingling with her happy mood;
She, a maid untouched by sadness,
From life's weighting burden free,
Pouring forth her song in gladness,
"All to leave and follow Thee."
2 "Jesus, I my cross have taken,"
On an outbound ship she sang,
Home and land and friends forsaken
Yet the message bravely rang;
Fainter seemed the homeland slowly
Mingling with the purple sea,
Still she sang, with face made holy,
"All to leave and follow Thee."
3 "Jesus, I my cross have taken,"
Sang she on a tropic shore
And the palm trees seemed to waken
At the song the breezes bore;
Hungry eyes, upon her bending,
Some strange vision seemed to see,
As she sang, with joy transcending,
"All to leave and follow Thee."
4 "Jesus, I my cross have taken,"
Dying lips now breathe the strain,
And the harps of heaven waken,
Taking up the old refrain.
Angels lift the cross forever,
Hers the crown of victory,
Hers the song that faileth never,
"All to leave and follow Thee."
Source: Favorite Solos: a compilation of solos, duets, trios and quartets #90