Paved with love thy pathway lies,
Christian pilgrim, to the skies,
Then onward go with fearless tread,
By the Savior’s guidance led.
Though snares and dangers may abound,
And cares encompass thee around,
‘Tis but the dust that floats above,
The pavement underneath is love. —
The love that brought the Savior here,
To suffer sorrow, pain, and care,
The love that nailed him to the tree,
A ransom for thy soul to be.—
The love that watches day by day
The various wanderings of the way,
The love that makes all work for good,
To those he has redeemed with blood.
“A little while” and thou shalt tell
That Jesus bath done all things well;
And joyful tread in courts above
The unsoiled pavement of his love.
A. A. W.