Luke 9:61

• [Luk 9:61] I Will Follow Thee (elginburg)

  I will follow Thee, my Savior, Wheresoe’er my lot may be. Where Thou goest I will follow; Yes, my Lord, I’ll follow Thee. Refrain I will follow Thee, my Savior, Thou didst shed Thy blood for me; And though all men should forsake me, By Thy grace I’ll follow Thee. Though the road be rough and thorny, Trackless as the foaming sea; Thou hast trod this way before me, And I’ll gladly follow Thee. Refrain Though I meet with tribulations, Sorely tempted though I be; I remember Thou wast tempted, And rejoice to follow Thee. Refrain Though Thou lead’st me through affliction, Poor, forsaken though I be; Thou wast destitute, afflicted, And I only follow Thee. Refrain Though to Jordan’s rolling billows, Cold and deep, Thou leadest me, Thou hast crossed the waves before me, And I still will follow Thee. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Luk 9:61] I Will Follow Thee (oatman)

  Savior, I will follow Thee; Thou art all the world to me; Tho’ the way I cannot see, Savior, I will follow Thee. Refrain Follow Thee, I will follow Thee, Follow Thee, I will follow Thee; Follow till the day is done, Follow till the crown is won, Savior, I will follow Thee. Savior, I will follow Thee, Tho’ it lead me to the cross; Counting all things here but dross, Savior, I will follow Thee. Refrain Savior, I will follow Thee, Tho’ it lead through toil and tears; Through the long and weary years, Savior, I will follow Thee. Refrain Savior, I will follow Thee Till the toils of life are o’er; Till I reach the golden shore, Savior, I will follow Thee. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Luke 22:42

• [Luk 22:42] Night, With Ebon Pinion

  Night, with ebon pinion, brooded o’er the vale; All around was silent, save the night wind’s wail, When Christ, the Man of Sorrows, In tears, and sweat, and blood, Prostrate in the garden, raised His voice to God. Smitten for offenses which were not His own, He, for our transgressions, had to weep alone; No friend with words to comfort, Nor hand to help was there, When the Meek and Lowly humbly bowed in prayer. “Abba, Father, Father, if indeed it may, Let this cup of anguish pass from Me, I pray; Yet, if it must be suffered, by Me, Thine only Son, Abba, Father, Father, let Thy will be done.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal