p. 1 | FOLLOW ME by Mrs. M. A. Maitland

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Sep 3, 1885

FromThe Signs of the Times, Vol. 11, No. 34

FOLLOW ME.

By Mrs. M. A. Maitland

“Pilgrim, from the rightful way By the mirage lured astray Till thy feet have lost the track, Till thou canst not on nor back, Turn to yonder arid land; See my foot-prints in the sand; Mark where oft I bent my knee. Wayward pilgrim, follow me.

“Child by poverty distraught, Life a battle daily fought, Chafing, grieving all the while O'er the failing cruse of oil, Left I not, at will divine, Glory's throne for lot like thine, Hungered and athirst to be, Yet repine not? Follow me.

“Chastened one, whose hand would fain Put aside the cup of pain, And whose froward lips would say, ‘Nay, my Father, not to-day!’ Heardst thou ne'er those words of mine, When my Father's hand divine Poured my cup of agony? ‘As thou wilt!’ then follow me.

“Mourner, of thy friends bereft, Lonely and in sorrow left, On thy lips, ‘I am undone!’ In thy heart no benison, All forsook me once and fled; E'en my Father's face was hid. Mourner, what of Calvary? Take thy cross and follow me.”

—Mrs. M. A. Maitland, in Christian at Work.