Paths of Life my feet are treading,
Lead me to the rest above;
And I see the goal before me,
Shining with eternal love.
Earth! no more thy scenes detain me,
There’s my rest, and there’s my prize;
Scenes of rare and radiant splendour,
All invite me to the skies.
Christ is there! my Saviour’s presence,
Bids my throbbing heart rejoice;
Soon to see Him, soon to meet Him,
Stand before Him, hear His voice.
Speed my feet, nor dream of resting,
Far from Him on desert sands;
Press towards the golden pathway,
Soon shall greet the angel bands.
Soon mine ears shall hear the singing,
Of that City grand and fair;
Soon I shall in white adore Him,
Loved, revered, and worshipped there.
Yes, my heart, ‘twill soon be over,
All the strife and all the pain;
All the sin, and all the sorrow,
Never to be known again.
Come, my Lord, yes, come, Lord Jesus,
As I stretch my hands to Thee,
Broadens out the goal before me,
Love, and love’s eternity.