The Good Old-Fashioned Way

I am on the Gos­pel high­way

Pressing for­ward to the goal

Where for me a rest re­main­eth

In the home­land of the soul;

Every hour I’m mov­ing on­ward

Not a mo­ment to de­lay;

I am going home to glo­ry

In the good old-fa­shioned way.

In the good old-fa­shioned way

In the good old-fa­shioned way

I am go­ing home to glo­ry

In the good old-fa­shioned way.

From the snares of sin­ful plea­sure

Here my feet are al­ways free;

Tho’ the way may be called nar­row

It is wide enough for me;

It was wide enough for Da­ni­el

And for Da­vid in his day;

I am glad that I can fol­low

In the good old-fa­shioned way.

Many friends have gone be­fore me

They have laid their ar­mor down

With the pil­grims and the mar­tyrs

Have ob­tained the robe and crown;

On this road they fought their bat­tles

Shouting vic­to­ry day by day;

I shall ov­er­come and join them

In the good old-fa­shioned way.

Just a few more steps to fol­low

Just a few more days to roam;

But the way grows more de­light­ful

As I’m draw­ing near­er home;

When the storms of life are ov­er

And the clouds have rolled away

I shall find the gates of Heav­en

In the good old-fa­shioned way.

Then palms of vic­to­ry

Crowns of glo­ry

Palms of vic­to­ry I shall wear.