In pas­tures green, by wa­ters still,
He lead­eth, and I fol­low;
Not whol­ly trust­ing to His will,
I mur­mur as I fol­low—
O Lord, If I Thy ser­vant be,
Hast Thou no ser­vice, then, for me?
Here lies no task—no toil for thee;
In du­ty let me fol­low.

But ov­er steeps and moun­tain height,
He since hath bade me fol­low;
In stor­my days or darks­ome night,
I’ve some­times feared to fol­low,
My will athwart His own I’ve laid,
And thus a hea­vy bur­den made,
Nor knew its mean­ing, till He said,
Take up thy cross and fol­low.

But ah, the bur­den light­er grows,
As fur­ther on I follow;
His hand the path­way bright­er shows
When close to Him I fol­low,
Supported by His staff and rod,
I know the path my Mas­ter trod
Will sure­ly lead me up to God—
If trust­ful­ly I fol­low.