2 Let the world despise and leave me,
It has left my Saviour too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me,
Thou art not like them, untrue;
Whilst thy graces shall adorn me,
God of wisdom, love, and might—
Foes may hate, and friends may scorn me,
Show thy face, and all is bright.
3 Go then—earthly fame and treasure,
Come, disaster, scorn, and pain;