A HYMN by OLIVER MURRAY EDWARDS

In the steps of Christ I follow
In my weak and helpless way;
On the words of Christ I ponder
Growing stronger day by day;
In old Galilee I wander
In the olden long ago;
On the Mount, can hear Him preaching
Sermons all the world should know.

See His miracles of wonder
As He healed and blessed them more;
On the sea, can hear Him preaching
To the crowds upon the shore;
See His sweet and tender manner,
Hear the parables He'd tell,
Hear Him talking to the woman
With the pitcher at the well.

I can see Him in the garden
When He knelt alone to pray;
See the twelve there tired and sleeping
Through the night 'til almost day;
See the coming there of Judas
As he did his Lord betray;
Hear the clank of swords and silver
As they took our Lord away.

I can see what later followed
When they came to Pilate's Hall;
Hear the Jews when they did clamor
When he found no fault at all;
Hear their cry—"Release Barabbas!"
'Til their clamorings were still;
See the crown of thorns and scourging,
And three crosses on the hill.

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