I walked today where Jesus walked, In days of long ago. I wandered down each path He knew, With reverent step and slow. Those little lanes, they have not changed, A sweet peace fills the air. I walked today where Jesus walked, And felt His presence there. My pathway led through Bethlehem, A memory's ever sweet. The little hills of Galilee, That knew His childish feet. The Mount of Olives, hallowed scenes, That Jesus knew before I saw the mighty Jordan row, As in the days of yore. I knelt today where Jesus knelt, Where all alone He prayed. The Garden of Gethsemane, My heart felt unafraid. I picked my heavy burden up, And with Him at my side, I climbed the Hill of Calvary, I climbed the Hill of Calvary, I climbed the Hill of Calvary, Where on the Cross He died! I walked today where Jesus walked, And felt Him close. And He walks with me, and He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own; And the joy we share as we tarry there, As I felt Him close to me.