("Jesus I My Cross Have Taken" is an encouraging song of faith written by Henry Lyte which was recently covered by Indelible Grace Music. It's a rich hymn about finding one's all in Christ through both joy and trial. After listening to this song so many times, I began to think about how I would put a few of the verses in my own words. The following loosely corresponds to verses 1-3 and 5.)
’Tis mine, and no master hath laid it upon me but Christ Jesus,
And freely have I taken it as God’s Spirit hath empowered me.
The wealth I once called mine now lies behind me;
The embrace with which I once clung to it hath been dissolved;
The cords which once had bound me hath been severed
By a two-edged sword.
Far from Thee have my dreams led me,
And vain ambitions have I worshipped.
Let now this vanity fly with the wind and begone;
I have sought it, I have hoped in it,
And by it only a selfish life have I known.
And though poor I may be, by the rule of the world,
Yet rich I am through Thy grace:
For Thou art still my only treasure,
And the hope of glory is still my own.
O my soul, should life dishearten thee,
Know that thou art saved,
That thou hast hope in Christ.
Though fears of life may claw at thine attention,
The wellsprings of joy in Him shall never run dry.
The Spirit dwells within thee,
Thou hast the Father’s pleasure,
And Jesus His life hath given in love for thy soul:
What complaint canst thou raise?
If the world rejects me, let them—
I am not the first of the rejected,
For despised, and sore afflicted, was my Savior.
Though deceit lies wolfish in their hearts,
Though bitter malice their countenance direct,
Thou art faithful, and changest not;
Higher than they art Thou, Lord,
No shadow or variance may be found in Thee,
But only the peace which worldly trials doth surpass.
And vain ambitions have I worshipped.
Let now this vanity fly with the wind and begone;
I have sought it, I have hoped in it,
And by it only a selfish life have I known.
And though poor I may be, by the rule of the world,
Yet rich I am through Thy grace:
For Thou art still my only treasure,
And the hope of glory is still my own.
O my soul, should life dishearten thee,
Know that thou art saved,
That thou hast hope in Christ.
Though fears of life may claw at thine attention,
The wellsprings of joy in Him shall never run dry.
The Spirit dwells within thee,
Thou hast the Father’s pleasure,
And Jesus His life hath given in love for thy soul:
What complaint canst thou raise?
If the world rejects me, let them—
I am not the first of the rejected,
For despised, and sore afflicted, was my Savior.
Though deceit lies wolfish in their hearts,
Though bitter malice their countenance direct,
Thou art faithful, and changest not;
Higher than they art Thou, Lord,
No shadow or variance may be found in Thee,
But only the peace which worldly trials doth surpass.
With joy now do I tread the path of life
Which Thou hast paved with Thy own blood,
And Thy lead do I follow.
Though man doth despise and forsake me,
Thou art from this day forth my possession,
My joy and my everlasting strength.
Which Thou hast paved with Thy own blood,
And Thy lead do I follow.
Though man doth despise and forsake me,
Thou art from this day forth my possession,
My joy and my everlasting strength.
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