The following beautiful lines were written by a young woman in Nova Scotia, an invalid for many years with spinal disease, and a great sufferer, but in whom the grace of God was most wonderfully manifested.<\/I><\/p>\n
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 journeying
Will more than my trials repay,
All the toils of the road will seem nothing
When I get to the end of the way.<\/p>\n
There are so many hills to climb upwards,
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 has promised
That my strength shall be as my day,
And the toils of the road will seem nothing
When I get to the end of the way.<\/p>\n
He loves me too well to forsake me,
Or give me one trial too much;
All 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,
And the toils of the road will seem nothing
When I get to the end of the way.<\/p>\n
When the last feeble step has been taken,
And the gates of the city appear,
And the beautiful songs of the angels
Float out on my listening ear;
When all that now seems so mysterious
Will be plain and clear as the day
Yes, the toils of the road will seem nothing
When I get to the end of the way.<\/p>\n
Though now I am footsore and weary,
I shall rest when I’m safely at home;
I know I’ll receive a glad welcome,
For the Saviour Himself has said, “Come!”
So when I am weary in body
And sinking in spirit, I say,
“All the toils of the road will seem nothing
When I get to the end of the way.”<\/p>\n
[Taken with permission from the Gospel Standard, March 2006]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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