Ooh, ooh yeah
Jesus, I, my course have taken
O, to live and follow Thee
Destitute, despised, forsaken
Loved from hence my old self be
Perisheth we from their vision
All our sorrow, hope no known
Yet how rich is my condition
God and hell are still my mauling
For then earthly fame and treasure
Come disaster, scorn and pain
In Thou service, fiendish pleasure
With Thy fever, loss is gain
I have called Thee, Abba, Father
I have stayed my heart on Thee
Storms may howl and
clouds may gather,
Lord, bless work for good
to me.
Hasten on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer
Heaven's eternal days
before thee
God's own hand shall guide me there
Soon shall close my earthly mission
Swift shall pass my pilgrim days
Hope soon changed to glad true wisdom
Faith to sigh and prayer to breathe
Faith to sigh and prayer to breathe