How shall I follow Him I serve

How shall I follow Him I serve?

How shall I copy Him I love?

Nor from those blessed footsteps swerve

Which lead me to His seat above?

Privations

sorrows

bitter scorn

The life of toil

the mean abode

The faithless kiss

the crown of thorn—

Are these the consecrated road?

Lord

should my path through suff’ring lie

Forbid it I should e’er repine;

Still let me turn to Calvary

Nor heed my griefs

rememb’ring Thine.

O let me think how Thou didst leave

Untasted every pure delight

To fast

to faint

to watch

to grieve

The toilsome day

the homeless night:

To faint

to grieve

to die for me!

Thou camest

not Thyself to please;

And

dear as earthly comforts be

Shall I not love Thee more than these?