Follow Me (Bittle)

Long ago

in old Ju­dea

By the shores of Ga­li­lee

Jesus spake un­to the fish­ers:

Leave your nets

and fol­low Me.

Little child­ren

hear the sto­ry

Pealing through the ag­es dim;

Who of you will leave your plea­sures

Take your cross

and fol­low Him?

Now no more in old Ju­dea

Jesus walks be­side the sea;

But He call­eth

ev­er call­eth

Who will come and fol­low Me?

Come to Je­sus—time may tar­nish

Many dreams of beau­ty fair;

What He of­fers fad­eth nev­er—

Life eter­nal ov­er there.

Over there

be­yond life’s bil­lows

Eyes of faith can plain­ly see

The bright man­sions where He pro­mised

All His fol­low­ers would be.

Children

list­en to the sto­ry

Pealing through the ag­es dim;

Jesus loves you! died to save you!

Give up all

and fol­low Him.