p. 1 | Along the Way by Etta Booth

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jan 16, 1866

Along the Way.

By Etta Booth

WHEN on delectable mountains, Sipping at earth's purest fountains, Pleasant streams crossing, teeming with life, Passing amid the gay hurrying throng, Witnessing pleasures, and jargon and strife, Watch thy frail bark, that it bear thee along, Watch! that thy frail bark sink not with the tide, Watch! that it steady the tempest doth ride.

When baubles lie at thy feet, And joys and hilarity meet Fair temptation at the door of thy heart, And wanton pleasure with syren-like song, Pledges her haunts pure joys to impart, Ah! then guide thy bark prayerfully along, So watch that thy bark sink not 'neath the tide, But that bravely it may the tempest outride.

When Jesus our helper is near, The tempter none need ever fear; Then tempest-tost pilgrim on life's boisterous way, Raise the voice of thanksgiving in rapturous song. Our Lord will bring home to the city that day, All those who have faithfully journeyed along, O'er the treacherous waves to that haven of rest, Which he has prepared for the good and the blest. Etta Booth.