Classic Poem

Be the pathway smooth or thorny,
Dark with storms or bright,
All along life's changeful journey
Day and night;

Through the desert, wending lonely,
Or with loved ones nigh;
Bread to spare, or given only
As we cry;

Wayworn in its weary stages,
Or by crystal springs;
Where the smitten Rock of Ages
Comfort brings;

Onward still: come joy or sorrow,
Blossom or decay;
Knowing nothing of to-morrow,
Calm to-day;

God will be our guide for ever,
To our latest breath,
Through the depths of Jordan's river,
Over death:

Over death, among the meadows
Where His own are led,
And in perfect day the shadows
All have fled:

Over death, all told the story
Of our earthly strife,
Heirs of everlasting glory,