Jacob’s Ladder

As Ja­cob once tra­veled

he was wea­ry one day

At night on a stone for a pil­low he lay;

He saw in a vi­sion a lad­der so high

Its foot was on earth

and its top reached the sky.

This heav­en­ly lad­der is strong and well made;

Tho’ stand­ing for ag­es

it has not de­cayed;

The feeb­lest may ven­ture by faith to go up

And an­gels will guard them from bot­tom to top.

Lo! up­ward and down­ward they con­stant­ly go

Extending a hand to the toil­ers be­low;

And when a new con­vert sets out for the skies

Their shouts to the top of the lad­der arise.

Another! ano­ther! they sing in their love

Is seek­ing his home and his trea­sures ab­ove:

And an­gels

in glo­ry

re­spond­ing cry—Come!

And wel­come each pe­ni­tent sin­ner up home.

This lad­der is Je­sus

the glo­ri­ous God-man

Whose blood free­ly stream­ing from Cal­va­ry ran;

By His great atone­ment to Heav­en we rise

And sing in the man­sions pre­pared in the skies.

Upon it our fa­thers have gone to their God

They’ve fin­ished their jour­ney and gained their ab­ode

And we are as­cend­ing and soon will be there

Their songs and their rap­ture in glo­ry to share.

Hallelujah to Je­sus

who died on the tree

To raise up this lad­der of mer­cy for me;

Press up­ward

press up­ward

the prize is in view

A crown of bright glo­ry is wait­ing for you.