"follow thou me."
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O where shall we follow Thee, tenderest Guide?
To the sweet, mournful garden down Olivet's side?—
Ah, here is Gethsemane,—here, where we mourn:
Here strengthen us, Thou who our sorrow hast borne!
To the sweet, mournful garden down Olivet's side?—
Ah, here is Gethsemane,—here, where we mourn:
Here strengthen us, Thou who our sorrow hast borne!
O where shall we follow Thee, dear Lamb of God?
Up Golgotha's death-steep, for us meekly trod?
—The thorns pierce our temples; the cross bears us down;
Like Thine, make our Calvary garland our crown!
Up Golgotha's death-steep, for us meekly trod?
—The thorns pierce our temples; the cross bears us down;
Like Thine, make our Calvary garland our crown!
O where shall we follow Thee, conquering Lord?
To Paradise, unto us outcasts restored?
'T is Paradise, Lord, in thy presence to be;
And, living or dying, we 're ever with Thee!
To Paradise, unto us outcasts restored?
'T is Paradise, Lord, in thy presence to be;
And, living or dying, we 're ever with Thee!
