Classic Poem

O WHERE shall we follow Thee, Saviour beloved?
To Kedron, where oft thou hast thoughtfully roved?
—Each rill of enjoyment that winds through our care
Is Kedron, if Thou wilt but walk with us there.

O where shall we follow Thee, Jesus, our Friend?
To Bethany, whither thy feet loved to tend?
—Our fireside is Bethany, peaceful and blest;
And ne'er will we wander, with Thee for a guest.

O where shall we follow Thee, Master adored?
To the Beautiful City that knew not her Lord?
—Alas for our streets, full of evil and pain!
Toil with us for cities wept over in vain!

O where shall we follow Thee, Leader Divine?
To Tabor, where thou in white glory didst shine?
—Thy face in the sin-sick and weary we see,
When Love is the Tabor we stand on with Thee.

O where shall we follow Thee, tenderest Guide?
To the sweet, mournful garden down Olivet's side?
—Ah, here is Gethsemane,—here, where we mourn:
Here strengthen us, Thou who our sorrow hast borne!

O where shall we follow Thee, dear Lamb of God?
Up Golgotha's death-steep, for us meekly trod?
—The thorns pierce our temples; the cross bears us down,
Like Thine, make our Calvary garland our crown!

O where shall we follow Thee, conquering Lord?
To Paradise, unto us outcasts restored?
'T is Paradise, Lord, in thy presence to be;
And, living or dying, we 're ever with Thee!