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

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

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

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