1
I will follow thee, my Saviour,
Wheresoe'er my lot may be.
Where thou goest I will follow;
Yes, my Lord, I'll follow thee.

Refrain
I will follow thee, my Saviour,
Thou didst shed thy blood for me;
And though all men should forsake thee;
By thy grace I'll follow thee.

2
Though the road be rough and thorny,
Trackless as the foaming sea,
Thou hast trod this way before me,
And I'll gladly follow thee.

3
Though I meet with tribulations,
Sorely tempted though I be;
I remember thou wast tempted,
And rejoice to follow thee.

4
Though thou leadest me through affliction,
Poor, forsaken though I be;
Thou wast destitute, afflicted,
And I only follow thee.

5
Though to Jordan's rolling billows,
Cold and deep, thou leadest me,
Thou hast crossed the waves before me,
And I still will follow thee.