When I Get To The End Of The Way

When I Get To The End Of The Way - Lynda Randle

The sands have been washed in the footprints of the stranger on Galilee's shore

And the voice that subdued the rough billows

Will be heard in Judea no more

But the path of that lone Galilean

With joy I will follow today

And the toils of the road will seem nothing

When I get to the end of the way

And the toils of the road will seem nothing

When I get to the end of the way

There are so many hills to climb upward

I often am longing for rest

But he who appoints me my pathway

Knows just what is needful and best

I know in his word he hath promised

That my strength it shall be as my day

And the toils of the road will seem nothing

When I get to the end of the way

And the toils of the road will seem nothing

When I get to the end of the way

When I get to the end of the way