In All My Lord's Appointed Ways

In all my Lord’s appointed ways,

My journey I’ll pursue;

"Hinder me not," ye much loved saints,

For I must go with you.

Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead,

I’ll follow where he goes;

"Hinder me not," shall be my cry,

Though earth and hell oppose.

"Stay," says the world, "and taste awhile

"My every pleasant sweet;"

"Hinder me not," my soul replies,

"Because the way is great."

"Stay," Satan my old master cries,

"Or force shall thee detain;"

"Hinder me not, I will be gone,

My God has broke thy chain."

Through duty and through trials too,

I’ll go at his command;

"Hinder me not, for I am bound

To my Immanuel’s land."

And when my Saviour calls me home,

Still this my cry shall be,

"Hinder me not, come welcome death,

I’ll gladly go with thee."