Follow Thou Me
Follow—not go ahead at thine own pleasure,
Nor turn aside at thine own wayward will,
Nor stray afar in search of other treasure,
But close at hand, where I can aid thee still;
Across the sea and through the desert places,
Onward and upward by the one sure way,
Till thou shalt sit with Me in heavenly places
Amid the splendors of eternal day.
And—follow thou; for thee My call is sounded;
All that I suffered—was it not for thee?
For thee My soul was bruised, My body wounded,
I died, from sin and death to set thee free;
No other hand could write thine own life-story,
No other make thy choice of gain or loss,
No other win and wear thy crown of glory,
No other lift and bear thy destined cross.
Follow thou Me—though stranger voices hail thee,
I am the way and there is none beside;
There is no other staff that shall not fail thee,
There is no other eye than Mine to guide;
There is no other shepherd who can fold thee
By such still waters, in such pastures fair;
There is no other arm can safely hold thee
In doubt and danger, darkness and despair.
Trust Me to lead thee home to God and heaven;
What others do or say is naught to thee;
No other light, no other truth, is given;
Follow—follow thou—follow Me.