Where The Busy Crowds Were Thronging


Where the busy crowds were thronging,
By the Galilean sea,
Came a loving voice to Matthew:
“Follow me, follow me,
Follow me, follow me.”

“Give up this your golden harvest;
Yield it bravely and be free!
Give up all your toil for riches:
“Follow me, follow me,
Follow me, follow me.”

Oh, that ‘mid our toil for riches,
Jesus’ face we too may see,
And obey His loving bidding:
“Follow me, follow me,
Follow me, follow me.”