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

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

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

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