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 blessèd Lord,
Following the blessèd Lord,
Following in sorrow,
Following in triumph,
Wheresoe’er He leadeth,
Following the Lord.
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 blessèd Lord,
Following the blessèd Lord,
Following in sorrow,
Following in triumph,
Wheresoe’er He leadeth,
Following the Lord.
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.
Following the blessèd Lord,
Following the blessèd Lord,
Following in sorrow,
Following in triumph,
Wheresoe’er He leadeth,
Following the Lord.
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