1. I at last my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee;
Tho' I am despised, forsaken,
Still Thy servant, Lord, I'll be.
Worldly gain and fond ambition,
All I cast before Thy throne;
Yet rejoice in my condition,
For Thou art now, Lord, my own.
2. If the world shall turn against me,
'Tis the lot my Saviour knew;
If men's hearts and words deceive me,
Thou art not like them untrue.
Go, then, earthly fame and treasure,
Come, disaster, scorn and pain;
In Thy service pain is pleasure,
With Thy favor loss is gain.
3. Take, my soul, thy full salvation;
Rise o'er sin and fear and care;
Joy to find in ev'ry 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?
Lyte, Henry Francis, M.A., son of Captain Thomas Lyte, was born at Ednam, near Kelso, June 1, 1793, and educated at Portora (the Royal School of Enniskillen), and at Trinity College, Dublin, of which he was a Scholar, and where he graduated in 1814. During his University course he distinguished himself by gaining the English prize poem on three occasions. At one time he had intended studying Medicine; but this he abandoned for Theology, and took Holy Orders in 1815, his first curacy being in the neighbourhood of Wexford. In 1817, he removed to Marazion, in Cornwall. There, in 1818, he underwent a great spiritual change, which shaped and influenced the whole of his after life, the immediate cause being the illness and death of a brother cler… Go to person page >