I reach by Thee the living way,
The Father’s house at last.
I
My hope is firmly set
On Him Whose truth abides;
The lights of earth may fade and die,
The hopes of earth despairing fly,—
No fear my heart betides.
II
My love its ardour finds
I reach by Thee the living way,
The Father’s house at last.
My hope is firmly set
On Him Whose truth abides;
The lights of earth may fade and die,
The hopes of earth despairing fly,—
No fear my heart betides.
My love its ardour finds