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

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

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

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