| Take Up Thy Cross And Follow Me I walked one day along a country road, And there a stranger journeyed, too. Bent low beneath the burden of His load; It was a cross, the cross I knew. Chorus: “Take up thy cross and follow Me,” I hear the blessed Savior call. How can I make a lesser sacrifice, When Jesus paid it all? I cried, “Lord Jesus,” and He spoke my name. I saw His hands all bruised and torn. I stooped to kiss away the marks of shame, The shame for me that He had borne. “Oh, let me bear Thy cross, dear Lord,” I cried. And, lo, a cross for me appeared. The one, forgotten, I had cast aside; The one, so long, that I had feared. Chorus: “Take up thy cross and follow Me,” I hear the blessed Savior call; How can I make a lesser sacrifice, When Jesus paid it all? My cross I’ll carry till the crown appears. The way I journey soon will end; Where God Himself shall wipe away all tears, And friend hold fellowship with friend. (Repeat Chorus) Alfred H. Ackley |