We have left all, and have followed Thee.@Mark 10:28
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Henry F. Lyte (1793–1847)

Hen­ry F. Lyte, in Sac­red Po­et­ry (Ed­in­burgh, Scot­land: Ol­i­phant & Sons, third ed­i­tion, 1824), re­vised in Lyte’s Po­ems Chief­ly Re­li­gious, 1833.

Hy­fry­dol Row­land H. Pri­chard, 1830 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Rowland H. Prichard (1811–1887)

The very first con­vert in Ind­ia won to Christ by Dr. Duff [was]…Mo­hesh Chun­der Hose—a high caste Hin­doo, and the ed­it­or of the most in­flu­en­tial news­pa­per in In­dia. Dis­sa­tis­fied with the teach­ings of the priests, he had sec­ret­ly re­nounced the faith of his child­hood, but in the ab­sence of some­thing to rest his soul up­on, he was mis­er­a­ble.

At length, com­ing un­der the pow­er of truth and in­flu­ence of such a saint­ly life as that of Dr. Duff, the great Scotch Mis­sion­a­ry, he could hold out no long­er, and in spite of him­self be­came a con­vert, took Chris­tian ground and faced the storm of per­se­cu­tion which he knew he would have to bear. This was the case with Dr. Duff’s first con­vert, and sim­i­lar was the case of the se­cond—Go­pin­ah Mun­di—af­ter­wards the dis­tin­guished mis­sion­a­ry of Fut­te­pore.

Giv­ing up fa­ther, mo­ther, hous­es, lands—all their pa­tri­mo­ny—for that is the pen­al­ty in In­dia for apos­ta­sis­ing from the hea­then re­li­gion and es­pous­ing Christ—those two young men en­tered in­to liberty and a rich­er in­her­i­tance. They soon found how true the words of the Lord Je­sus were: Ver­i­ly I say unto you no man shall lose fa­ther or mo­ther or hous­es etc. This was their ex­per­i­ence, and so they could ea­s­ily say:

Jesus, I my cross have taken.

Morrison, p. 202

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

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

Go then, earthly fame and treasure!
Come, disaster, scorn and pain!
In Thy service, pain is pleasure;
With Thy favor, loss is gain.
I have called Thee Abba, Father;
I have set my heart on Thee:
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,
All must work for good to me.

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

Take, my soul, thy full salvation;
Rise o’er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear!
Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
What a Father’s smile is thine;
What a Savior died to win thee—
Child of Heaven, shouldst thou repine?

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