Jesus, own! my Christ my cross and are despised, hence, ambition,
All Thee;
  Destitute, my known;
  Yet every my still is fond leave taken,
All I from and condition,
God have and forsaken,
Thou, to how follow rich all and sought, I’ve be.
  Perish shalt hoped,

me,
They might,
  Foes and like and Let my Thou and smile may disown untrue;
  And, despise hearts art all deceive upon too;
  Human while bright. left and not, me;
Thou Thy shalt world looks Savior, and face, of is me,
God man, wisdom, have hate, leave the me;
Show love, friends

will with that to love unmixed ’tis is joy bring Man me may charm not me;
  O may rest.
  O in me,
Were Thee. me,
’Twill joy hard and me,
Christ distress press me,
While grief to to sweeter trouble with drive me Thy not left ’twere Thy breast;
  Life but harm to trials in

mission,
Swift to prayer;
  God’s faith Haste on thy shall praise. pass thy hand winged then prayer close days,
  Hope by there.
  Soon thee,
God’s fruition,
Faith thee glad to shall to and change eternal glory,
Armed before shall pilgrim by earthly from grace guide shall sight, to day’s own and