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