Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.
But is there for the night a resting place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You can not miss the inn.
Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at the door.
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labor you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yes, beds for all who come.
-- Christiana C. Rossetti--
God of Eternity, Author of Time,
Giver and Source of Life, Ruler sublime, -
Thou uncreated Lord, Ancient of Days,
Glorious in holiness, Fearful in praise,-
Wondrous in Majesty, Wisdom and Might,
Lo! 'twas Thy voice that said, "Let there be light;"
Vast realms and numberless, Lord, are Thy own;
Nations and sceptered kings Bow at thy throne;
Thine is a perfect law; Thy word is pure;
Righteous are all Thy ways; Thy judgments sure;
Mercy and Truth abide Ever with Thee;
Love like a river flows, Deep as the sea;
Chorus
High over all Thy works, Blest evermore,
God of the Universe, Thee we adore.