"Pilgrim, if the way be dreary
Brighten it with song;
One who loves to ease the weary
Leads thy steps along.
He hath trodden all the pathway,
All its sorrows known,
And He lives beyond its turmoil
Just to help His own.

Not for nought hath He ordained
Just this path for thee ;
But by Him each hour sustained,
Thou mayest happy be.
Fear not, though yon cloud be darksome,
Dread not coming woe,
Every cloud must flee His presence,
Every shadow go.

Tis His joy to walk beside thee
Telling of His love;
Never leaving till He guide thee
To His home above.
There, by all His own surrounded,
Thou wilt find a Friend,
Who has proved that He is faithful
To the very end.

Then let nothing stay thy singing,
Make His praises known;
In thy weakness ever clinging
To His strength alone.
None can have so bright a pathway,
None so light a load,
As His own who walk with Jesus
All along the road.

C. M. B.