Jesus I my cross have taken all to leave, and follow Thee
Destitute, despised forsaken Thou, from hence my all shalt be

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

Perish every fond ambition all I've
s-ought
And h-oped and kn-own

Yet how rich, is my condition God, and Christ are still my o-wn

Haste then on, from grace to glory armed by faith, and winged by prayer
Heaven's eternal day's before me God's, own hand shall guide me there

Perish every fond ambition all I've
s-ought

Soon shall close my Earthly mission all I've s-ought
And hope th-at m-ay

Yet how rich, is my condition God, and Christ are still my o-wn

(God and heaven are) still my o-wn
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(God and heaven are)