Paroles: Zwan. Jesus, I [Henry Francis Lyte].

Jesus, I've taken my cross
All to leave and follow thee
Jesus, I've taken my cross
All to leave and follow thee

I'm destitute, despised, forsaken
All to leave and follow thee
And follow thee

Man may trouble to distress me
To drive my heart to the cross
Yeah, man may trouble to distress me
To drive this heart to the cross

I'm resolute, reviled, forsaken
All to leave and follow thee
And follow thee

Jesus
Jesus
Jesus
Reborn
Reborn
Reborn
Reborn

So perish every fond ambition
God and trouble are all I've known
Yet how rich is my condition
God and heaven are all my own
God and heaven are all my own