The Ever-mounting Way

The far-ascending way was dark and drear,
The travel on its rugged path seemed hard,
For with me yet I bore an earthy load
Of vain beliefs that happy progress barred.

At length I paused to pray and look within
The burden that I deemed was truly mine.
Thus came the light, and clearly I discerned
The journey called alone for things divine.

I saw that bitter hate and fear and doubt
Weighed heavily against the upward stride;
And so I gladly let these evils go,
Together with self-will and foolish pride.

I cast away the hindrance of unkind
And harmful criticism from my thought,
While in my heart such tender love awoke,
Its glowing presence healing comfort brought.

I searched with gratitude the Father's Word
For daily ministry and certain stay;
And now with unencumbered step I find
The joyous and the ever-mounting way.

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"When ye pray, say, Our"
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