THE END OF THE WAY

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 29, 1901

THE END OF THE WAY.

The following beautiful lines were written by a young lady in Nova Scotia, an invalid for many years:—

My life is a wearisome journey; I'm sick with the dust and the heat; The rays of the sun beat upon me, The briers are wounding my feet. But the city to which I journey Will more than my 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 toils 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 as 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 shall rest when I'm safely at home; I know I'll receive a glad welcome, For the Saviour 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.”

Cooling fountains are there for the thirsty, There are cordials for those who are faint: There are robes which are whiter and purer Than any our fancy can paint. So I'll try to press hopefully onward, Thinking often, through each weary day, “The toils of the road will seem nothing When I get to the end of the way.”

—Selected.