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. I will follow Thee, my Saviour, Thou didst shed Thy blood for me; And though all men should forsake Thee; By Thy grace I'll follow Thee. Though you leadest me through affliction, Poor, forsaken though I be; Thou wast destitute, afflicted, And I only follow Thee. 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. I will follow Thee, my Saviour, Thou didst shed Thy blood for me; And though all men should forsake Thee; By Thy grace I'll follow Thee.