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THE "PLACE FOR GOLD WHERE THEY FINE IT".

"Wouldst thou follow Me, child?
Mark the way I came:
Thou must meet the mocking,
Wilt thou share the shame?
Canst thou bear rejection,
When thou long'st to bless;
For thy true affection
Only loved the less?"

Lord, it little moves me
Where my steps must tread,
With the sweet assurance,
"Christ this way hath led."
If through tribulation
This alone can be,
Body, soul, and spirit,
Consecrate to Thee.

"Wouldst thou walk beside Me?
Thou My voice must learn;
Thou must trust My silence,
And My will discern;
Lose thy life in living,
Nor bewail it lost.
For thy soul's desire
Dost thou count the cost?"