Follow Me

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;

The 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 nailed 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

O, Jesus if I die upon

A foreign field someday,

'Twould be no more than love demands,

No less could I repay,

"No greater love hath mortal man

Than for a friend to die"

These are the words He gently spoke to me,

"If just a cup of water

I place within your hand

Then just a cup of water

Is all that I demand."

But if by death to living

They can Thy glory see,

I'll take my cross and follow close to Thee.

Music & Lyrics: Ira F Stamphill, 1953

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