1 Though the way seem long and dreary,
That our feeble steps must go,
And our feet may oft grow weary
As we journey here below;
Though the path be steep and rugged
That the Lord to us has giv'n,
Yet we know that each step upward
Brings us always nearer heav'n.

2 Though the night may fall upon us,
And our path be hid from sight,
If His presence go before us
E'en the darkness shall be light;
And if He who leads shall call us
Though a gloomy vale to go,
We shall find that "living waters"
Through the shadows ever flow.

3 So upon the roughest mountain
We may walk in heaven's light,
And His presence shall illumine
All the gloom of darkest night;
And whene'er within the borders
Of the vain our feet shall come,
We may drink of "living waters"
Sweetly flowing thro' its gloom.