The Good Old Way (Crosby)

We are go­ing forth with our staff in hand

Thro’ a des­ert wild in a strang­er land;

But our faith is bright and our hope is strong

And the Good Old Way is our pil­grim song.

’Tis the Good Old Way

by our fa­thers trod;

’Tis the way of life

and it lead­eth un­to God;

’Tis the on­ly path to the realms of day;

We are go­ing home in the Good Old Way.

There are foes with­out

there are foes with­in;

They would turn us back to the path of sin;

We will stop our ears to the words they say

While we on­ward press in the Good Old Way.

In the bliss­ful hour of com­mun­ion sweet

Let us come with joy to the mer­cy seat;

O we love to sing

and we love to pray

And we bless the Lord for the Good Old Way.

On the brink of time when we stand at last

When our sun has set

and our work is past;

When we bid fare­well to our mor­tal clay

We will praise the Lord for the Good Old Way.