THE KING'S HIGHWAY by Lorenzo D. Grosvenor

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Dec 14, 1876

THE KING'S HIGHWAY.

By Lorenzo D. Grosvenor

My God, my God, what joy is mine, What joy to feel thy holy power. By light which does from Zion shine, My golden dial tells the hour. A gloomy night has passed and gone, My eyes behold the light of day, I hear a voice, “Arise, move on, Fear not, it is the King's highway.”

Awake, my soul! thy God adore, Whose hand hath formed all things anew; The ways of life thine eyes explore; He hath preserved thee hitherto. Lord, bid thine angels with me go— Those watchful guards by night and day; For when with them, I surely know That I am in the King's highway,

The way which leads to that abode Where joys eternal roll and roll. Yet there are foes along the road, Apollyons who would slay my soul. But with the sword of truth divine, I never can for danger stay; A glorious victory is mine, My conquest in the King's highway.

Though I be driven to the wall, And praying friends almost despair; Nay, though to some I seem to fall, I know that God has heard my prayer. I thank thee that my course is laid Where Beulah's plains her charms display, And that thy engineer has made O'er Pisgah's mount the King's highway.

From hence I view the shining shore. To me the vision is so clear My heart, my tongue, my voice adore. That still small voice 'tis joy to hear. Behold, he saith, the shining ones Shall be thy guide by night and day; Nor less than thee, ere time is done, Shall millions bless the King's highway.

—Lorenzo D. Grosvenor.