The Good Old Way (Winslow)

We are go­ing forth on a jour­ney long

But we cheer our way with a pil­grim song;

With our Father’s hand lead­ing night and day

We are go­ing home in the good old way.

Tis our Fa­ther’s way

by the pro­phets trod;

’Tis a joy­ful way

and it leads us un­to God;

With our Fa­ther’s hand lead­ing night and day

We are go­ing home in the good old way.

We shall meet with sin on our jour­ney home

We shall feel the waves of af­flict­ion come;

But our lov­ing guide will our strength re­new

And will walk with us all our jour­ney thro’.

When the jour­ney ends at the shin­ing strand

And our eyes shall look on that far off land

How our hearts will thrill as with joy we say

What a bless­èd path was that good old way.