FOLLOW ME       Eb     4/4     ( (c) 1953)    

     W & M by Ira Stanphill 

 

1. I traveled down a lonely road, and no one seemed to care,

The burden on my weary back had bowed me to despair;

I oft complained to Jesus How folks were treating me,

And then I heard him say so tenderly:

 

"My feet were also weary upon the Calvary road,

My cross became so heavy, I fell beneath the load;

Be faithful, weary pilgrim, the morning I can see,

Just lift your cross and follow close to me."

 

2. "I work so hard for Jesus," I often boast and say,

"I've sacrificed a lot of things to walk the narrow way,

I gave up fame and fortune,; I'm worth a lot to Thee,"

And then I hear Him gently say to me,

 

"I left the throne of glory And counted it but loss,

My hands were nail'd in anger Upon a cruel cross,

But now we'll make the journey with your hand safe in mine,

So lift your cross and follow close to me."

 

3. Oh, Jesus, If I die upon a foreign field some day,

'Twould be no more than love demands, no less could I repay;

"No greater love hath mortal man than for a friend to die,"

And the I heard Him gently say to me:

 

"If just a cup of water I place within your hands,

Then just a cup of water is all that I demand;"

But if by death to living they can thy glory see,

(Then) I'll take my cross and follow close to thee.