All the path the saints are treading,
Trodden by the Son of God:—
All the feelings they are feeling,
Felt by Him upon the road;
All the darkness and the sorrow,
All around and all within;
All the joy and all the triumph,
He passed through, apart from sin.
Issuing in resurrection,
Passing onward to the throne;
Having suffered all the judgment,
Borne the storm of wrath alone;
He is able thus to succor
Those who tread the burning sand,
Pressing on to resurrection,
And the seat at God’s right hand.
Now He praises,—for the darkness
And the sorrow all are passed;
His, the earnest of our issue,
We must reach the goal at last.
Yes, He praises I grace recounting
All the path already trod,—
We associated with Him—
God, our Father and our God.
Join the singing that He leadeth,
Loud to God our voices raise;
Every step that we have trodden,
Is a triumph of His grace
Whether joys, or whether trial,
All can only work for good,
For He holdeth all, who loves us,
And hath bought us with His blood.
It is finished! It is finished!
Who can tell redemption’s worth?
He who knows it leads the singing,—
Full the joy, as fierce the wrath
Taken up in resurrection,
Desert ways rehearsed above,
Tell the power of God’s salvation,
And His never-ending love.
J. W. T.
“And the Spirit and the Bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst, come: and whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely.” (Rev. 22:17.)