If anyone would come after Me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow Me.@Matthew 16:24
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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 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.