by Curls » Tue Apr 29, 2008 4:19 pm
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 FEEL 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 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
O 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
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
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 FEEL 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 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
O 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
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