Oh! how sweet to trace the footsteps
Of the blessed Saviour God,
As in holiness and patience
He the thorny life-path trod.
How we love to think of Jesus,
Seated on the mountain brow,
Walking by the quiet seashore
Just the same as we do now!
Dwelling in the crowded city,
‘Mid the bugle and the strife,
Blessing all who come in contact
With His holy, helpful life.
Oh! that we who love the Saviour,
Little children, though we be,
Might more perfectly obey Him
As He bids us, “Follow Me!”
Our Lord Jesus had this witness
That He welcomed sinful men;
He would have us lead the lost ones
Back to God, as He did then.
From His lips there dropped the precious
Words of wisdom, truth, and grace;
And His hands were filled with blessing,
For this weary, human race.
Lovingly He touched the mourners,
“Weep not,” tenderly He said;
Thus it is for us to comfort
Those who sorrow o’er their dead.
Like to Him, we mingle daily,
With the sinful, and the sad;
All around us, as around Him,
Move the tearful and the glad.
He has left us an example,
Oh that we might follow true,
So that He may find us always
Doing just what He would do.
ML 01/10/1904