Is it a long way off?
Oh! no, a few more years,
A few more bitter tears,
We shall be there.
Sometimes the way seems long,
Our comforters all go,
Woe follows after woe,
Care after care.
Oh! brethren dear, how weak,
How faint and weak we are,
Yet Jesus leads us far,
Through tangled ways,
Into the very heart
Of the dark wilderness,
Where dangers thickest press,
And Satan strays.
But Christ is strong and wise,
And we, His children, blind,
Must trust His thoughtful mind
And tender care.
So gentle is His love,
We may be sure that eight of Him
Would show us all is right,
And answered every prayer.
‘Tis no uncertain way
We tread, for Jesus still
Leads with unerring skill,
Where’er we roam.
And from the desert wild,
Soon shall our path emerge,
And land us on the verge
Of our dear home.