Text: | When I Get to the End of the Way |
Author: | B. P. C. |
Tune: | [My life is a wearisome journey] |
Composer: | W. H. Doane |
1 My life is a wearisome journey,
Iām sick with the dust and the heat;
The rays of the sun beat upon me,
the briars are wounding my feet;
But the city to which I am going
Will more than my trials repay;
All the toils of the road will seem nothing
When I get to the end of the way.
Refrain:
All the toils of the road, toils of the road,
Jesus my Saviour will more than repay;
All the toils of the road will seem nothing
When I get to the end of the way.
2 I know there are hills to climb upward,
And oft I am sighing for rest;
But he who appoints me my pathway
Will lead me as seemeth him best;
For I know in his word he has promised
That strength he will give as my day;
All the toils of the road will seem nothing
When I get to the end of the way. [Refrain]
3 O when the last step has been taken,
And I to the City draw near;ā
When beautiful songs from the angels
Are wafted with joy to my ear;ā
O the rapture and bliss of that moment
Will more than my sorrow repay;
All the toils of the road will seem nothing
When I get to the end of the way. [Refrain]
Text Information | |
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First Line: | My life is a wearisome journey |
Title: | When I Get to the End of the Way |
Author: | B. P. C. |
Refrain First Line: | All the toils of the road, toils of the road |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1904 |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | [My life is a wearisome journey] |
Composer: | W. H. Doane |
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MIDI file: | MIDI |