The Path of Life

E. STOCK

The path of Life leads ever on,
Into eternity,
Attended by a joyous song
Of immortality.

Tis true the path is often steep,
And oft it seems quite dim.
It seems to lead through waters deep
Beneath the mountain's rim.

We travelers upon this road
Oft find our path beset
By persecution's stinging goad,
And Truth with laughter met.

This way of Life leads ever up,
And by its waters clear
We willingly take up Love's cup
And drink it all, nor fear.

Truth bids us turn our gaze above,
Nor count the steps of pain,
But clasp our staff of heavenly love,
And e'er our hope retain.

Then as the night turns into day,
Beside still waters pure,
We find how smooth has grown the way,
Press on with footsteps sure.

For every pain we find surcease,
For doubt conviction true.
In understanding's joyous peace,
We find He always knew.

The tears and sighs with which we trod
The rugged way alone
Are compensated with His rod,
Which all the light has shown.

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