I will follow Him,
On wings of the morning,
And fly to the utmost sea,
For tis there I can rest and I am blest,
Just to hear His words for me.
I will follow Him,
Up Golgotha's dark hill,
And there will I weep in pain,
Then to see Jesus cry and lastly die,
Will break my sad heart in twain.
I will follow Him,
Like a wandering child,
Who lost his strength for the day,
Yet if I can just see His love for me,
Then His peace will with me stay.
I will follow Him,
Through the damp city streets,
And the mighty rambling throng,
As the cold rain falls and the twilight calls,
By His side I will belong.
I will follow Him,
And reach up to His hand,
As the desert we pass through,
Though the sun burns hot and shelter is sought,
He'll give me a song anew.
I will follow Christ,
For my gaze is now set,
On my home beyond the sky,
I will strive for the right and win this fight,
By His grace I'll live on high.
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