Far down the ages now

Verse 1

Far down the ages now, Much of her journey done, The pilgrim church pursues her way, Until her crown be won.

Verse 2

No wider is the gate, No broader is the way, No smoother is the ancient path That leads to life and day.

Verse 3

No sweeter is the cup, Nor less our lot of ill; 'T was tribulation ages since, 'T is tribulation still.

Verse 4

No slacker grows the fight, No feebler is the foe, Nor less the need of armor tried, Of shield, and spear, and bow.

Verse 5

Thus onward still we press, Through evil and through good— Thro' pain, and poverty, and want, Thro' peril and thro' blood.

Verse 6

Still faithful to our God, And to our Captain true, We follow where he leads the way; The Kingdom in our view.