The End of The Way

My life is a wearisome journey;
I’m sick with dust and the heat;
The rays of the sun beat upon me,
The briars are wounding my feet,
But the City to which I am journeying
Will more than by trials repay,
All the toils of the road will seem nothing
When I get to the end of the way.

There are so many hills to climb upward,
I often am longing for rest;
But He who appoints me my pathway
Knows just what is needful and best,
I know in His word He has promised
That my strength shall be as my day,
And the tolls of the road will seem nothing
When I get to the end of the way.

He loves me too well to forsake me,
Or give me one trial too much;
All His people have been dearly purchased,
And Satan can never claim such,
By-and-by I shall see Him and praise Him,
In the City of unending day,
And the toils of the road will seem nothing
When I get to the end of the way.

When the last feeble step has been taken,
And the gates of the City appear,
When the beautiful songs of the angels
Float out on my listening ear;
When all that now seems so mysterious,
Shall be plain and is clear as the day,
Then the toils of the road will seem nothing
As I get to the end of the way.

Though now I am footsore and weary,
I know I’ll receive a glad welcome.
For the Savior himself has said “Come”
So, when I am weary in body
And sinking in spirit, I say,
“All the toils of the road will seem nothing,
When I get to the end of the way.”

Sent in by Mrs C.M.T. Livermore Falls, ME

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s