Jesus, I my cross have taken All to leave and follow thee. Naked, poor, despised forsaken Thou, from hence my all shall be. Perish eery fond ambition, All I've sought or hoped or known, Yet how rich is my condition, God and heav'n are still my own. Let the world despise and leave me, They have left my Savior, too. Human hearts and looks deceive me; Thou art not, like them untrue. And while thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love and might, Foes may hate and friends may scorn me; Show thy face, and all is bright.