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Charlie D. Tillman

Charlie D. Tillman

Alvin (Bud) Herman Manz in 2024

The sands have been washed in the footprints
Of the Stranger on Galilee's shore –
And the voice that subdued the rough billows
Will be heard in Judea no more.
But the path of that lone Galilean
With joy I will follow today;

There are so many hills to climb upward,
I often am longing for rest;
But He who appoints me my pathway,
Knows just what is needful and best.
I know in His Word He hath promised
That my strength it shall be as my day;

He loves me too well to forsake me,
Or give me a trial too much;
All His people have been dearly purchased,
And Satan can never claim such.
By and by I shall see Him and praise Him,
In the city of unending day;

When the last feeble steps have been taken,
And the gates of that city appear,
And the beautiful praise of the angels
Float out on my listening ear;
When all that now seems so mysterious
Will be bright and clear as the day;

Chorus:
And the toils of the road will seem nothing,
When I get to the end of the way;
And the toils of the road will seem nothing,
When I get to the end of the way.