78. Rise, follow Me! our Master saith

Rise, follow Me! our Master saith,
All ye who make My yoke your choice;
Deny yourselves, be true to death,
Follow where'er ye hear My voice;
Forsake the world, nor count it loss,
Tread in My steps, and bear My cross.

Though heavy it may seem, yet think
I went before, I still am near,
I fought the fight, and did not shrink,
I trod the path of suffering here;
My banner still is in the field,
Would ye, faint hearts, then fly or yield?

For he who seeks to save his life
Shall find his care without Me vain;
Who seems to lose it in the strife
Shall find it in his God again;
Who follows not My cross tbrough all,
He is not worthy of My call.

Then let us follow Thee, dear Lord,
As Thy true servants did of old,
Forsaking all things at Thy word,
In suffering calm, in danger bold
'T is only he who wins the fight
May hope to wear their crown of light.

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First Line: Rise, follow Me! our Master saith
Title: Rise, follow Me! our Master saith
German Title: Mir nach, spricht Christus, unser Held
Author: Scheffler (1653)
Language: English
Publication Date: 1863
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