All the path the saints are treading

1 All the path the saints are treading,
Trodden by the Son of God;
All the sorrows they are feeling,
Felt by Him upon the road:
All the darkness and the sorrow
From around and from within,
All the joy and all the triumph,
He passed through apart from sin.

2 Now come forth in resurrection,
Passing onward to the throne,
Having suffering all the judgment,
Borne the storm of wrath alone;
He is able thus to succour
Those who tread the desert sand,
Pressing on to resurrection,
Where He sits at God's right hand.

3 Now He praises in th' assembly,
Now the sorrow all is passed;
His the earnest of our portion,
We must reach the goal at last,
Yes, He praises! grace recounting
All the path already trod.--
We associated with Him--
God, our Father and our God.

4 Join the singing that He leadeth,
Loud to God our voices raise;
Ev'ry step that we have trodden
Is a triumph of His grace:
Whether joy, or whether trial,
All can only work for good,
For He healeth all--who loves us,
And hath bought us with His blood.

5 It is finished! it is finished!
Who can tell redemption's worth?
He who knows it leads the singing.--
Full the joy, as fierce the wrath.
Taken up in resurrection,
Desert ways rehearsed above,
Tell the pow'r of God's salvation,
And His never-failing love.

Source: A Few Hymns and Some Spiritual Songs. Selected 1856, for the Little Flock. Revised, 1881 #35A