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.

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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.

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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!

Refrain

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.

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