When I Get to the End of the Way

Verse 1

The sands have been washed in the footprints Of the Stranger on Galilee’s shore; And the voice that subdued the rough billows Will be heard in Judea no more, But the path of that lone Galilean, With joy I will follow today,

Chorus

And the toils of the road will seem nothing When I get to the end of the way, The toils of the road will seem nothing When I get to the end of the way.

Verse 2

There are so many hills to climb upward, I often am longing for rest; But He who appoints me my pathway, Knows just what is needful and best. I know in His Word He hath promised That my strength it shall be as my day;

Verse 3

He loves me too well to forsake me, Or give me a trial too much; His people have been dearly purchased, And Satan can never claim such. By and by I shall see Him and praise Him, In the city of unending day;

Verse 4

When the last feeble steps have been taken, And the gates of that city appear, And the beautiful songs of the angels Float out on my listening ear; When all that now seems so mysterious, Will be bright and as clear as the day,

Chorus 2

And the toils of the road will seem nothing When I get to the end of the way, Then the toils of the road will seem nothing When I get to the end of the way.