Following the Master

Following the Mas­ter

In a world of sor­row

As He scat­ters bless­ings

On the na­tions ’round

Feeding starv­ing thou­sands

With the bread of Heav­en

And the hun­gry peo­ple

Seated on the ground.

Following the bless­èd Lord

Following the bless­èd Lord

Following in sor­row

Following in tri­umph

Wheresoe’er He lead­eth

Following the Lord.

Following the Mas­ter

In the gar­den gloomy

Where the bloody sweat drops

Bathe His ten­der face

Where He pleads the Fa­ther

In the time of sor­row;

He will lead us gent­ly

Thro’ this lone­ly place.

Following the Mas­ter

In the throng a-surg­ing

Crying out their an­ger

In most cru­el sounds;

Scourging Him with whip­cords

And with thorns they crown Him

On the cross they nail Him.

See! those bloody wounds!

Following the Mas­ter

Up into the glo­ry

Of the Fa­ther’s man­sions

Far above the skies;

O

Thou bless­èd Mas­ter

How the heart re­joic­es

In the day of tri­umph;

Hallelujah rise.