<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408190" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave and follow Thee.<br>Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shall be.<br>Perish every fond ambition, all I’ve sought or hoped or known.<br>Yet how rich is my condition! God and heaven are still mine own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let the world despise and leave me, they have left my Savior, too.<br>Human hearts and looks deceive me; Thou art not, like them, untrue.<br>And while Thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love and might,<br>Foes may hate and friends disown me, show Thy face and all is bright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go, then, earthly fame and treasure! Come, disaster, scorn and pain!<br>In Thy service, pain is pleasure; with Thy favor, loss is gain.<br>I have called Thee, “Abba, Father”; I have set my heart on Thee:<br>Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, all must work for good to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man may trouble and distress me, ’twill but drive me to Thy breast.<br>Life with trials hard may press me; heaven will bring me sweeter rest.<br>Oh, ’tis not in grief to harm me while Thy love is left to me;<br>Oh, ’twere not in joy to charm me, were that joy unmixed with Thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take, my soul, thy full salvation; rise o’er sin, and fear, and care;<br>Joy to find in every station something still to do or bear:<br>Think what Spirit dwells within thee; what a Father’s smile is thine;<br>What a Savior died to win thee, child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Haste then on from grace to glory, armed by faith, and winged by prayer,<br>Heaven’s eternal day’s before thee, God’s own hand shall guide thee there.<br>Soon shall close thy earthly mission, swift shall pass thy pilgrim days;<br>Hope soon change to glad fruition, faith to sight, and prayer to praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Francis+Lyte">Henry Francis Lyte</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408190" data-title="Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken de Henry Francis Lyte" data-description="Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave and follow Thee. Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shall be. Perish every fond ambition, all I’ve sought or hoped or known. Yet how rich is my condition! God and heaven are still min..."></div> </div> </div>

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