| Song | All The Way |
| Album | Christian Songs Of Hope |
| Genre | Christian Hymns By Songwriter |
| Writer(s) | Clara M. Brooks |
| Music | |
| Key | Eb |
| Tags | All The Way |
| Meter | 9.8.9.8 D |
| Scripture Reference(s) | Malachi 3:3 |
| Year | 1907 |
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,
Wherever Thou Leadest Me, O Savior,
I’ll Meekly Follow All The Way.
