ENTREAT ME NOT TO LEAVE THEE.
By L. J. Richmond
Entreat me not to leave thee,
I'll onward, homeward, go;
Thy people mine shall be,
In sorrow and in woe;
I'll ne'er forsake this little band,
Till on mount Zion we shall stand. Entreat me not to leave thee,
Nor turn my feet aside;
Thy presence is more cheering
Than all the world beside;
I'll follow wheresoe'er ye go,
I'll share your sorrows and your woe. Entreat me not to leave thee;
For where thy footsteps tend,
There I will journey with thee,
Until this life shall end.
If death perchance my lot shall be,
I'll have a resting place with thee. Entreat me not to leave thee,
Thy counsel I must share;
Though others may forsake thee
I'll thy instructions bear;
Thy wisdom I would not despise,
Though foolish in the worldling's eyes. Entreat me not to leave thee,
Though lonely, poor and sad;
O let me journey with thee,
And with Christ's robes be clad.
Thy sufferings here, O let me share,
And with thee have a portion there.
L. J. RICHMOND.