We Are Going Forth With Our Staff In Hand

We are going forth with our staff in hand,

Thro' a desert wild in a stranger land;

But our faith is bright and our hope is strong,

And the Good Old Way is our pilgrim song.

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'Tis the Good Old Way, by our fathers trod;

'Tis the way of life, and it leadeth unto God;

'Tis the only path to the realms of day;

We are going home in the Good Old Way.

There are foes without, there are foes within;

They would turn us back to the path of sin;

We will stop our ears to the words they say,

While we onward press in the Good Old Way.

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In the blissful hour of communion sweet,

Let us come with joy to the Mercy-seat;

O we love to sing, and we love to pray,

And we bless the Lord for the Good Old Way.

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On the brink of time when we stand at last,

When our sun has set, and our work is past;

When we bid farewell to our mortal clay,

We will praise the Lord for the Good Old Way.

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