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