Follow Thou Me

Have ye looked for the sheep in the de­sert

For those who have lost their way?

Have ye been in the wild wast­ed plac­es

Where the lost and the wan­der­ing stray?

Have ye trod­den the lone­ly high­way

Or the foul and the dark­some street?

It may be that you’d see

in the gloam­ing

The print of My wound­ed feet.

Have you fold­ed home to your bo­som

The trem­bling

ne­glect­ed lamb?

And taught the lit­tle loved one

The sound of the Shep­herd’s name?

Have ye searched for the poor and needy

With no clo­thing

no home

no bread?

The Son of Man was among them

He had no­where to lay His head.

Have ye car­ried the liv­ing wa­ters

To the parch­èd and thirs­ty soul?

Have ye said to the sick and the wound­ed

Christ Je­sus makes thee whole?

Have ye told My faint­ing child­ren

Of the strength of My Fa­ther’s hand?

Have ye guid­ed the tot­ter­ing foot­steps

To the shore of the gold­en land?

Have ye wept with the brok­en heart­ed

In their ag­ony of woe?

Ye might hear Me whis­per be­side you

’Tis a path­way I oft­en go.

My dis­ci­ples

My breth­ren

My friends

Can you dare to fol­low Me?

Then

wher­ev­er the Mas­ter dwell­eth

There shall the serv­ant be.