Jesus, I my cross have taken

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Jesus, I my cross have taken “Lo, we have left all, and followed Thee.”
Vorm	Strofelied
Herkomst
Taal	Engels
Land	Engeland
Periode	1824
Tekst
Dichter	Henry Francis Lyte
Metrisch	8-7-8-7-8-7-8-7
Muziek
Componist	Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (a) Henry Smart (b)
Melodie	Ellesdie (a) Bethany (b)
Solmisatie	1-1-1-1-3-2-2-1-1-2-2-2-2-4-3-2 (a) 3-6-5-3-1-2-1-7-6-5-1-3-5-4-3-2 (b)
Liedbundels
Sacred Songs & Solos 597

Jesus, I my cross have taken (“Lo, we have left all, and followed Thee.”) is een lied van Henry Francis Lyte; meestal wordt het gezongen op Ellesdie (melodie), maar er zijn nog vele andere melodieën bij het lied.

Vertalingen

Het lied is vertaald door

• Meier Salomon Bromet: Heer, ik wil mijn kruis hier dragen

Tekst

“Lo, we have left all, and followed Thee.”
1 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 heaven are still my own!

2 Let the world despise and leave me —
They have left my Saviour 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 may shun me:
Shew Thy face, and all is bright!

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

4 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.
O, ’tis not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me!
O, ’twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.

5 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 Saviour died to win thee, —
Child of Heaven, shouldst thou repine?

6 Hast 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.

Ontstaan

Het lied duikt op in een bundel Sacred Poetry uit 1824; de min of meer definitieve versie staat, zoals hierboven, in H.F. Lyte, Poems, Chiefly Religious, London: James Nisbet, 1833, p. 41-44.

Hymnologische informatie

De Sacred Songs & Solos geven de strofen 1, 2 en 4.

Externe links

• hymnary.org

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