Jesus, I’ll Go Through with Thee
By Claude Wiltsie
I AM passing o’er the pathway
That the saints before me trod,
Leading up from sin’s dark valley
To the glorious heights of God.
Though my way’s beset with demons,
And my crosses heavy be,
Through the grace of God abundant,
Jesus, I’ll go through with thee. Take my trembling hand and lead me
O’er life’s waters dark and wild;
Though earth’s sin and strife surround me,
I would be thy trusting child.
Lead me as thou led’st Moses,
And thy hosts across the sea;
And though all the world forsake me,
Jesus, I’ll go through with thee. When I reach the time of trouble,
And man’s heart with terror faints,
When all faces gather blackness,
Thou wilt not forsake thy saints.
In thy blessed, sure pavilion
All thy waiting ones shall be.
In the time of indignation,
Jesus, I’ll go through with thee. When the earth is rent beneath us,
And thou send’st the storm of hail,
Lord, thy angels then shall keep us;
Not a word of thine shall fail.
When the sun shall scorch all nature,
Thou wilt food and shelter be.
My Redeemer and Creator,
Jesus, I’ll go through with thee. When I’m taken up to heaven,
And the shining gates behold;
When I view the walls of jasper,
And the streets of glittering gold;
When I see life’s crystal river,
Flowing there so calm and free;
When the ransomed ones shall enter,
Jesus, I’ll go through with thee.