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The sands have been washed
in the footprints
Of the Stranger on Galilee’s shore;
And the voice that subdued
the rough billows
Will be 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;
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.
He loves me too well to forsake me,
Or give me a trial too much;
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,
The toils of the road
will seem nothing
When I get to the end of the way.
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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