If anyone would come after Me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow Me.@Matthew 16:24
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 (MIDI, NWC, PDF). Al­te­rnate tunes:

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 teachvings 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 shall be.
Perish every fond ambition, all I’ve sought or hoped or known.
Yet how rich is my condition! God and Heaven 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; heaven 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.