Follow me
I traveled on 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."
"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 journeywith your hand safe in mine,So lift your cross and follow close to me.
Oh 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 manthan for a friend to die"These are the words He gently spoke to me,"If just a cup of water I place within your handThen 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.