A road there is, beginning

August 13

A road there is, beginning
At the cross where Jesus died;
It leads to home’s bright mansions,
And its gate stands open wide;
Only knock, and you shall enter;
All who will may walk therein,
Who will trust our only Savior,
And the blood that cleanseth sin.

Sometimes the sun is shining
On the blessed homeward way;
Sometimes the clouds that gather
Veil the brightness of the day;
But we know, in light or shadow,
There’s a fadeless sky beyond,
And the loving heart of Jesus
Will to ev’ry prayer respond.

There’s joy upon the journey,
For the Master speaks again:
“Lo, I am with you alway,”
On the hillside, thro’ the glen;
And our hopes are looking onward
To the home we’ll reach at last,
When the pilgrim days are over,
And the wayside changes passed.

O sweet reunions yonder,
When we meet the friends of yore,
Earth’s sun and shade forgotten
In the glory of that shore!
Dwelling face to face with Jesus,
Nevermore from Him to roam,
Clad in His own spotless beauty,
In the everlasting home!

Chorus
And the road leads home;
Yes, the road leads home;
Tho’ clouds may hover o’er us,
Yet, the road leads home;
For the road leads home,
Yes, the road leads home;
Tho’ trials may assail us,
Yet, the road leads home.
     E. E. Hewitt