| Song | All the Way |
| Album | Good Old Christian Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | Clara M. Brooks |
| Music | |
| Key | Meter: 9.8.9.8 D |
| Tags | All the Way |
| Theme(s) | |
| Scripture Reference(s) | Malachi 3:3 |
| CCLI Song No | |
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Within My Heart Was Fond Ambition,
Vain Pride, And Hopes Of Worldly Fame;
But Still Remained A Place So Vacant,
Unfilled By Highest Earthly Aim.
Then Jesus Reached His Hand To Help Me-
“Come, Seek My Love,” I Heard Him Say;
I Quickly Left The World Behind Me,
To Follow Jesus All The Way.
He Led Me Through The Verdant Valleys,
Where Flowers Bloomed By Waters Fair;
The Sunbeams Glory Showered O’er Me,
And Fragrant Odors Filled The Air.
Then Through The Shadowed Vale I Followed,
Where Entered Not A Brilliant Ray;
I Felt His Touch, Though Could Not See Him,
Then Whispered Softly, “All The Way.”
And Then The Furnace Door Was Opened:
Within Its Fiery Walls Enclosed,
The Son Of God Was Still Beside Me,
Upon His Bosom I Reposed.
When In My Heart He Saw Reflected
His Image Pure-As Bright As Day
He Led Me Forth With Joy Abounding;
Again I Whispered, “All The Way.”
I Stood All Ready For His Service,
With Gold Refined And Dross Removed;
The Flames Had Left My Soul Uninjured,
But They My Faithfulness Had Proved.
In Dismal Night Or Brightest Noonday,
If Thou Wilt Near Me Ever Stay,
Where’er Thou Leadest Me, O Savior,
I’ll Meekly Follow All The Way.
