The sands of time are
sinking,
Footprints of
Jesus,
That make the pathway glow;
We will
follow the steps of Jesus
Where’er they
go.
Though they lead o’er the cold, dark
mountains,
Seeking His sheep;
Or along by
Siloam’s fountains,
Helping the
weak.
If they lead through the temple
holy,
Preaching the Word;
Or in homes of
the poor and lowly,
Serving the
Lord.
Though, dear Lord, in Thy pathway
keeping,
We follow Thee;
Through the gloom
of that place of
weeping,
Gethsemane!
If Thy way and its sorrows bearing,
We
go again,
Up the slope of the hillside,
bearing
Our cross of pain.
By and by, through the shining
portals,
Turning our feet,
We shall walk,
with the glad immortals,
Heav’n’s golden
street.
Then at last when on high He sees
us,
Our journey done,
We will rest where
the steps of Jesus
End at His
throne.
