Hymn lyrics to All The Path The Saints Are Treading, by Janetta Wilbraham Taylor
1 ALL the path the saints are treading,
Trodden by the Son of God:
All the sorrows they are feeling,
Felt by Him upon the road:
All the darkness and the sorrow
From around and from within,
All the joy and all the triumph,
He passed through apart from sin.
2 Now come forth in resurrection,
Passing onward to the throne,
Having suffered all the judgment,
Borne the storm of wrath alone:
He is able thus to succour
Those who tread the desert sand,
Pressing on to resurrection,
Where He sits at God’s right hand.
3 Now He praises in the assembly,
Now the sorrow all is passed;
His the earnest of our portion,
We must reach the goal at last.
Yes, He praises, grace recounting
All the path already trod —
We associated with Him —
God, our Father and our God.
4 Join the singing that He leadeth,
Loud to God our voices raise;
Every step of faith yet trodden
Is a triumph of His grace:
Whether joy, or whether trial,
All can only work for good,
For He healeth all — who loves us
And hath bought us with His blood.
5 It is finished! It is finished!
Who can tell redemption’s worth!
He who knows it leads the singing —
Full the joy, as fierce the wrath.
Taken up in resurrection,
Desert ways rehearsed above,
Tell the power of God’s salvation,
And His never-failing love.