1 My life is a wearisome journey,
I’m sick with the dust and the heat;
The rays of the sun beat upon me,
the briars are wounding my feet;
But the city to which I am going
Will more than my trials repay;
All the toils of the road will seem nothing
When I get to the end of the way.
Refrain:
All the toils of the road, toils of the road,
Jesus my Saviour will more than repay;
All the toils of the road will seem nothing
When I get to the end of the way.
2 I know there are hills to climb upward,
And oft I am sighing for rest;
But he who appoints me my pathway
Will lead me as seemeth him best;
For I know in his word he has promised
That strength he will give as my day;
All the toils of the road will seem nothing
When I get to the end of the way. [Refrain]
3 O when the last step has been taken,
And I to the City draw near;—
When beautiful songs from the angels
Are wafted with joy to my ear;—
O the rapture and bliss of that moment
Will more than my sorrow repay;
All the toils of the road will seem nothing
When I get to the end of the way. [Refrain]
Source: Glorious Praise: specially prepared for use in the prayer meeting, the church service, the young people's meetings, the Sunday school, the evangelistic and other religious gatherings #108
