Consecration

1JESUS, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow thee;
All things else I have forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shalt be.
Perish ev'ry fond ambition,
All I've sought, or hop'd, or known;
Yet how rich is my condition,
While I prove the Lord my own.

2Let the world despise and leave me–
They have left my Saviour too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me–
Thou art faithful, thou art true.
O, 't is not in grief to harm me,
While thy love is left to me;
O, 't were not in joy to charm me,
If that love be hid from me.

3Soul, then know 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;
Think what Father's smiles are thine;
Think that Jesus died to win thee;
Child of heaven, canst thou repine?

4Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Arm'd by faith, and wing'd by pray'r;
Heaven's eternal day's before thee:
God's own hand shall guide thee there:
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise!