Follow Me

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

The burden on my weary back had bowed me to despair

And I oft complained to Jesus how folks were treating me

Then I heard Him so tenderly

"My feet were oh so weary upon the Calv'ry road

My cross became so heavy I fell beneath the load

Just be faithful weary pilgrim, the morning I can see

Just 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 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 hands

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

So if by death to living they can thy glory see

I'll take my cross and follow close to thee

I'll take my cross and follow close to thee