Alone (Lee)

He came to Pha­raoh

the king who could kill

Him if he had the mind and the will;

But Mos­es stood his ground and cried

Oh let my peo­ple go

not die!

Alone

alone

I feel alone;

O God

for­sake me not Your child!

The peo­ple God saved with His might

Did griev­ous ev­il in God’s sight.

The friend of God gave them bold re­ply

Choose you this day to live or die!

To feed the king

his men and beasts

She se­cret­ly pre­pared a feast;

And Abi­gail pled while Na­bal raged

For he was a brute and she was a slave.

She pled for Na­bal’s life

though he

Would have killed his wife long since

though she

Had loved alone and did not fail

Him

she his faith­ful Abi­gail.

Elijah faith­ful­ly preached God’s word

Though he was near­ly killed by the sword;

Outran a cha­ri­ot and hid from the king

Then cried to God

too wea­ry to think.

God sent him meat on ra­vens’ wing

And God made from a drought

a spring;

Assuring him there were yet more

Seven thou­sand who still loved the Lord.

See Ma­ry weep be­side the tomb

Of One who gave her life from gloom

Who healed her and re­store pur­ity

Yet now they said so dead was He!

Christ walked the wea­ry­ing miles on foot

To give the peo­ple life and good.

He healed them

loved them and set them free

Yet alone in death’s gar­den wailed He:

He stood and sobbed while watch­ing them

Jerusalem! Je­ru­sa­lem!

I would have ga­thered you to Me

Yet you would not; I came for thee!

He who had walked that ve­ry road

Now watched the crowd be­hind him grow;

But not to fol­low in His steps;

For they loved this life

and gave Him death.

They once who list­ened to Him speak

Like ea­ger child­ren round His feet

Now watched Him die and wail aloud.

Forsaking Him

they loved the world.

He rose and now He is to me

All that I ev­er need Him to be

Although the ma­ny days I cry

While star­ing at the days gone by.

While in my heart of hearts I see

The ones who had been friends to me

But who would not leave be­hind their all

Forsook me and the pre­cious call.

When all is gone I look and see

If I can touch the small­est of these

That they per­haps would be­come as I

And fol­low Je­sus now or die!