Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee.
Destitute, 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.
--Henry Lyte (1793-1847)
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