Monroe

Lyrics

Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee;
Naked, poor, 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 is still my own.

Take, my soul, thy full salvation;
Rise o’er sin and fear and care;
Joy to find, in ev’ry station,
Something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee,
What a Father’s smile is thine,
What a Savior died to win Thee,
Child of heav’n, shouldst thou repine?