“Jesus, I my cross have taken,” was not written in an easy chair, or on a damask curtain. It was written by a young woman, who for Christ’s sake had been driven from her father’s home; and you account for the pathos of that hymn when I tell you that she dipped the pen in the blood of her own broken heart, and in her tears, wrote—
“Jesus, I my cross have taken
All to leave and follow Thee:
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shall be.”
