Love found me idling, — "Wilt thou follow Me?"
"Yea, Lord," I cried, "if Thou my guide wilt be,
On and forever will I follow Thee."
Then straight across the valley swift we sped.
As I, rejoicing, followed where He led.
Love paused, then asked again,—"Wilt follow me?"
"Yea. Lord," I answered, "if Thou still wilt be
Guide, counselor, and friend, I'll follow Thee."
Gently He pointed where the desert lay
Grim 'neath the shadows of the passing day.
Love's voice grew wistful,—"Wilt thou follow Me?
Toilsome and lonely, now, the path will be."
"True, Lord," I whispered, "still I go with Thee;
But grant that I may hold to Thy dear hand,
Lest I should lose Thee in this fearsome land."
