1 I traveled down a lonely road And no one seemed to care; The burden on my weary back Had bowed me to despair, I oft complained to Jesus How folks were treating me, And then I heard Him say so tenderly, "My feet were also weary, Upon the Calv'ry road; The cross became so heavy, I fell beneath the load, Be faithful weary pilgrim, The morning I can see, Just lift your cross and follow close to me."
2. "I work so hard for Jesus" I often boast and say, "I've sacrificed a lot of things To walk the narrow way, I gave up fame and fortune, I'm worth a lot to Thee," And then I hear Him gently say to me. "I left the throne of glory And counted it but loss, My hands were nailed in anger Upon a cruel cross, But now we'll make the journey With your hand safe in mine, So lift your cross and follow close to me.
3. Oh, Jesus if I die upon A foreign field some day, 'Twould be no more than love demands No less could I repay, "No greater love hath mortal man Than for a friend to die" These are the words He gently spoke to me, "If just a cup of water I place within your hand Then just a cup of water Is all that I demand," But if by death to living They can thy glory see, I'll take my cross and follow close to thee.
1 I traveled down a lonely road And no one seemed to care;
ReplyDeleteThe burden on my weary back Had bowed me to despair,
I oft complained to Jesus How folks were treating me,
And then I heard Him say so tenderly,
"My feet were also weary, Upon the Calv'ry road;
The cross became so heavy, I fell beneath the load,
Be faithful weary pilgrim, The morning I can see,
Just lift your cross and follow close to me."
2. "I work so hard for Jesus" I often boast and say,
"I've sacrificed a lot of things To walk the narrow way,
I gave up fame and fortune, I'm worth a lot to Thee,"
And then I hear Him gently say to me.
"I left the throne of glory And counted it but loss,
My hands were nailed in anger Upon a cruel cross,
But now we'll make the journey With your hand safe in mine,
So lift your cross and follow close to me.
3. Oh, Jesus if I die upon A foreign field some day,
'Twould be no more than love demands No less could I repay,
"No greater love hath mortal man Than for a friend to die"
These are the words He gently spoke to me,
"If just a cup of water I place within your hand
Then just a cup of water Is all that I demand,"
But if by death to living They can thy glory see,
I'll take my cross and follow close to thee.