Classic Poem

Weary, worn, and lonely,
With my rude staff only,
Through the desert thorny
Went I on my journey.

But night fell, and danger
Compass'd me a stranger;
So to sleep I laid me,
Kept by Him who made me.

Then Heaven's gate unfolding,
I with awe beholding,
Open'd scenes of glory
Passing human story.

Lo, in tiers unending
Steps of light ascending,
Trodden by the angels
On their glad evangels;

And above, in vision
Of supreme fruition,
Saw, or heard I rather,
God, my God and Father,

Saying, “Child, I love thee;
Loving, I will prove thee;
But will leave thee never:
Thou art Mine for ever.”

So I woke; and morning
Was the east adorning,
And that spot most lowly
Seem'd a temple holy.

Henceforth true and tender
Be my heart's surrender;
With His Presence o'er me,
Be what may before me.

Be the pathway dreary,
Be my footsteps weary,
Be no friend assistant,
Be my bourn far distant;

Raiment, bread provided,
Home to glory guided,
With my Father only,
I no more am lonely.