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Jesus I My Cross Have Taken chords

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Since this is a hymn I wrote it out like one.
Read the first line in each block of verses then the second and so on.

Key: D

D      C#dim G           D            C#dim    G      A
Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave and follow Thee.
Let the world despise and leave me, they have left my Savior, too.
Go, then, earthly fame and treasure! Come, disaster, scorn and pain!
Man may trouble and distress me, ’twill but drive me to Thy breast.
Take, my soul, thy full salvation; rise o’er sin, and fear, and care;
Haste then on from grace to glory, armed by faith, and winged by prayer,

D      C#dim G           D            C#dim        G        D
Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shall be.
Human hearts and looks deceive me; Thou art not, like them, untrue.
In Thy service, pain is pleasure; with Thy favor, loss is gain.
Life with trials hard may press me; heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
Joy to find in every station something still to do or bear:
Heaven’s eternal day’s before thee, God’s own hand shall guide thee there.

Bm      A      G     D        Bm      A         G        D
Perish every fond ambition, all I’ve sought or hoped or known.
And while Thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love and might,
I have called Thee, “Abba, Father”; I have set my heart on Thee:
Oh, ’tis not in grief to harm me while Thy love is left to me;
Think what Spirit dwells within thee; what a Father’s smile is thine;
Soon shall close thy earthly mission, swift shall pass thy pilgrim days;

Bm      A      G     D        Em    G  D          A          D
Yet how rich is my condition! God and Heaven are still mine own.
Foes may hate and friends disown me, show Thy face and all is bright.
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, all must work for good to me.
Oh, ’twere not in joy to charm me, were that joy unmixed with Thee.
What a Savior died to win thee, child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?
Hope soon change to glad fruition, faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

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