HYMN 541

H.C 417 t.H.C 120 D. 8s.7s (FE 567)
"But what things were gain to me those 
I counted loss for Christ" - Phil. 3:7



1.  JESUS I my cross have taken

     All to leave, and follow Thee

     Destitute, despis'd, forsaken 

     Thou from hence my All shall be 

     Perish every fond ambition

     All I've sought, or hop’d, or known, 

     Yet how rich is my condition!

    God and Heav'n are still my own!


2.  Man may trouble and distress me,

     ‘Twill but drive me to Thy breast 

     Life with trials, hard may press me, 

     Heav‘n will bring me sweeter rest 

     Oh! ‘tis not in grief to harm me 

     While Thy love is left to me!

    Oh! 'twere not in joy to charm me, 

    Were that joy unmixed with Thee!


3.  Take, my soul, thy full Salvation 

     Rise o’er sin and fear and care

     Joy to find in every station 

     Something still to do or bear

     Think what Spirit dwells within thee! 

     What a Father's smile is thine!

     What a Saviour died to win thee! 

     Child of Heav'n, shouldst thou repine.


4.  Haste then on from grace to glory

     Arm'd by faith, and wing'd by pray'r 

     Heav’n's Eternal Day‘s before thee

     God’s Own Hand shall guide thou there! 

     Soon shall close thy earthly mission 

     Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days

     Hope will soon change to glad fruition 

     Faith to sight, and pray’r to praise.  Amen