Follow Me (Bills)

Like a chime of sil­ver bells

In the dark­ness ring­ing

Comes a voice that ev­er tells

Of the Shep­herd’s care;

To the wan­d’rer from the fold

Love is ev­er bring­ing

Tidings from the gates of gold

Of a wel­come there.

Follow Me

O hear the Shep­herd say­ing

Seek the door to pas­tures ev­er fair;

Heed

O heed thy Sav­ior’s ten­der plead­ing;

Follow Him and find a wel­come there.

Lost one

will you close your ears

To the ma­gic sto­ry

That can charm away your fears

When earth’s joys de­part?

Shall the spell of ev­il hide

From your eyes the glo­ry

That for­ev­er will ab­ide

With the pure in heart?

Lo! the tempt­er doth de­ceive

Luring you to sad­ness;

Then he mocks you while you grieve

Pointing to des­pair;

From his fet­ters break away

Seek the path of glad­ness;

Spurn the plea­sures that de­cay

Of their sting be­ware.