Climb Though the Rocks Be Rugged
By Charles M. Snow
I would not sing of the joys of life
In a world like this of ours
Where souls are weary and woes are great
Though the graves are strewn with flowers.
There’s joy for you and there’s joy for me
In the land of fadeless day,
But there’s work to do for me and for you
Till sorrow is wiped away. We’ll climb, we’ll climb toward the heights of day,
Toward the land of joyous song,
With a heart to bless and a hand to help
The whole rough way along. Then climb toward the hills, the hills of God,
Though the way is rough and steep;
There is no time in this day of ours
To loiter and dream and sleep.
Our Master bids, and we hasten on
With our hands tight clasped in His;
For the gate to life in that better realm
Is service for Him in this: We’ll sing, we’ll sing as we journey on,
And we’ll labor gladly here
To speed the day when the task is o’er
And Jesus shall appear. We’re comrades all in this battle grand
’Gainst darkness, grief, and sin;
We’ll bravely strive for the good and true
Till He bids us enter in.
The road may be steep, the rocks be rough,
And the rugged way be long,
But the day will come when the way is done,
And we’ll sing the victor’s song. We’ll work, we’ll work till the set of sun,
Till our Master calls us home,
Then praise His name in that land of bliss
Where sin can never come.