In other days they were led forth
To journey to the promised land,
And all the way Love was so near
They could, by reaching, touch Love's hand.
We journey through the wilderness,
And stand before the raging sea,
And Love sustains us as we go,
Bidding the waters tranquil be.
We glimpse the promised land, and none
Can turn us back, nor bid us stay;
Though through the wilderness we go,
Love's hand is guiding all the way.
