The bright, heavenly way, before me, Lies clearly in my sight And though sorrows sore beset me, And troubles black as night, At the splendor from the skies Ev’ry darkling shadow flies, While we trust the grace of Je-sus And look ever to that Light.
When I think on all the worries Which in my world I see, Inner fears and outer trials Seem nigh too much for me But the blood of Christ our Lord Puts them wholly to the sword, While we trust the grace of Jesus And shall ever victors be.
Drawing nearer to that city Yet seen by faith alone, Longing for the Father’s mansions And rest before the throne, All unworthy though I be There is welcome there for me, For the King is our own Jesus, Lord and Saviour of His own.
