Sands Have Been Washed In The Footprints, The

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,

Refrain

And the toils of the road will seem nothing

When I get to the end of the way,

The toils of the road will seem nothing

When I get to the end of the way.

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;

Refrain

He loves me too well to forsake me,

Or give me a trial too much;

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;

Refrain

When the last feeble steps have been taken,

And the gates of that city appear,

And the beautiful songs of the angels

Float out on my listening ear;

When all that now seems so mysterious,

Will be bright and as clear as the day,

And the toils of the road will seem nothing

When I get to the end of the way,

Then the toils of the road will seem nothing

When I get to the end of the way.