8. 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, 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 Calv'ry 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 my throne in 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.'

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.' So if by death to living they can thy glory see, I'll take my cross and follow close to thee.