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 my own.
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Amen...Great words.
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