How shall I follow Him I serve? How shall I copy Him

1How shall I follow Him I serve? How shall I copy Him
Nor from those blessed footsteps swerve Which lead me to his seat above?

2Lord, should my path through suffering lie, Forbid that I should e'er repine;
Still let me turn to Calvary, Nor heed my grief, remembering thine.

3O, let me think how thou didst leave
Thy heavenly home of pure delights,
To fast, to faint, to watch, to grieve,
Through toilsome days, through lonely nights!

4All this thou didst, then died for me! Thou camest not thyself to please;
And, dear though earthly comforts be, Shall I not love thee more than these?