THEY journeyed on through the wilderness
With the mountains on either side;
Behind them the foeman was pressing sore,
Before lay the turbulent tide.
Then they cried to the Lord in their stress and fear
In that great and terrible day;
And lo, they were saved, and their foes o'erthrown,
For the Lord, He opened the way.
O, many and many's the time I, too,
As I traveled earth's deserts o'er,
Have entered the path that is mountain-walled,
With the raging seas before;
But I cried to the Lord in my fear and stress,
In my dark and sorrowful day,
And He came Himself to my soul's relief,
And quick He opened the way.
O soul, hast thou come to the narrow path
Shut in by the mountain steeps,
With the wild sea tossing across thy way,
While the foe behind thee creeps?
And O, is thy inmost soul dismayed
In this fearful, terrible day?
Cry unto thy God with all thy heart,
And He will open the way.
We all must come to th' brink of the sea,
With the mountains on either hand;
We all are led on some strange, dark path
That we do not understand.
But O, 'tis so sweet on our pilgrimage
In confident love to say,
"I will cry unto God and trust in Him,
And He will open the way."
