There is a goal, a place for safe arriving;
To reach it, all must pass beneath the rod.
There stillness shall take the place of all our striving;
Meekness and love shall know the things of God.
There is a fold, a safe and lovely dwelling;
Think not thy struggles are for nought.
Thy Shepherd takes thee in when thou art ready
To drop the hidden errors in thy thought.
There is a rest, a promised peace awaiting,
A radiant joy to know and share with men.
Fear not, the fire that tries will not destroy thee;
The gold of purest manhood shall remain.
There is a mountaintop of holy vision
Where thou canst glimpse the love of God for man
And lay thy burden down in self-surrender,
Willing at last to serve His holy plan.
