The Cost

You say it will cost much to follow,
But what will it cost to refuse?
You may gain the world and its glories,
But what if your soul you thus lose?

You say He may call you to follow
Leaving all that to you is so dear
Yea, even to give your own life blood
That souls still in darkness may hear.

If you would thus follow the Master
On the altar all things must be laid
He gave His own life as a ransom,
His blood your redemption has paid.

Be sure you count the cost rightly
Putting value where value should be
If you put Jesus first and His glory
All things will be added to thee.
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