And rough seems the path to the goal,
And sorrows, sometimes how they sweep
Like tempests down over the soul.
Oh, then to the Rock let me fly,
To the Rock that is higher than I!
And rough seems the path to the goal,
And sorrows, sometimes how they sweep
Like tempests down over the soul.
Oh, then to the Rock let me fly,
To the Rock that is higher than I!
Anywhere He leads me in this world below;
Anywhere without Him dearest joys would fade;
Anywhere with Jesus I am not afraid.
Anywhere He leads me in this world below;
Anywhere without Him dearest joys would fade;
Anywhere with Jesus I am not afraid.
Nor for ease that prayer shall be,
But for strength, that we may ever
Live our lives courageously.
Not forever in green pastures
Do we ask our way to be,
But the steep and rugged pathway
May we tread rejoicingly.
Nor for ease that prayer shall be,
But for strength, that we may ever
Live our lives courageously.
Not forever in green pastures
Do we ask our way to be,
But the steep and rugged pathway
May we tread rejoicingly.