Hymn/Song Information

We are going forth with our staff in

We are going forth
with our staff in hand,
Thro’ a desert wild
in a stranger land;
But our faith is bright
and our hope is strong,
And the Good Old Way
is our pilgrim song.

’Tis the Good Old Way,
by our fathers trod;
’Tis the way of life,
and it leadeth unto God;
’Tis the only path
to the realms of day;
We are going home
in the Good Old Way.

There are foes without,
there are foes within;
They would turn us back
to the path of sin;
We will stop our ears
to the words they say,
While we onward press
in the Good Old Way.

’Tis the Good Old Way,
by our fathers trod;
’Tis the way of life,
and it leadeth unto God;
’Tis the only path
to the realms of day;
We are going home
in the Good Old Way.

In the blissful hour
of communion sweet,
Let us come with joy
to the Mercy-seat;
O we love to sing,
and we love to pray,
And we bless the Lord
for the Good Old Way.

’Tis the Good Old Way,
by our fathers trod;
’Tis the way of life,
and it leadeth unto God;
’Tis the only path
to the realms of day;
We are going home
in the Good Old Way.

On the brink of time
when we stand at last,
When our sun has set,
and our work is past;
When we bid farewell
to our mortal clay,
We will praise the Lord
for the Good Old Way.

’Tis the Good Old Way,
by our fathers trod;
’Tis the way of life,
and it leadeth unto God;
’Tis the only path
to the realms of day;
We are going home
in the Good Old Way.