Entreat Me Not to Leave Thee

Entreat me not to leave thee

My heart goes with thee now;

Why turn my foot­steps home­ward?

No friend so dear as thou!

Thy heart has borne my sor­row

And I have wept for thine;

And now how can I leave thee?

Oh

let thy lot be mine.

Entreat me not to leave thee

Entreat me not to leave thee

Or to re­turn from fol­low­ing af­ter thee;

For where thou go­est I will go

And where thou lodg­est I will lodge;

Thy peo­ple shall be my peo­ple

And thy God my God

Thy peo­ple shall be my peo­ple

And thy God my God.

I’ll fol­low where thou lead­est;

My love will cling to thee;

And where thy head is pil­lowed

My night­ly rest shall be;

Thy birth­place and thy kin­dred

I’ll cher­ish like my own;

Thy God shall be my re­fuge

I’ll wor­ship at His throne.

Where death’s cold hand shall find thee

There let my eye­lids close

And

in the grave be­side thee

This mor­tal frame re­pose:

Oh

do not now en­treat me;

No friend so dear as thou;

My heart would break in ang­uish

If I should leave thee now.