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The Sands Have Been Washed
by
Anonymous
Jn 14:2; Mk 4:39
WHEN I GET TO THE END-Charles D. Tillman
The Sands Have Been Washed
(or The End of the Way)
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The sands have been washed in the footprints
Of the Stranger on Galilee's shore,
And the voice that subdued the rough billows
Is heard in Judea no more;
But the path of that lone Galileean
With joy I will follow to day;
There are so many hills to climb upward,
I often am longing for rest;
But He who appoints me my pathway
Knows just what is needful and best.
I know in His word He has promised
That my strength it shall be as my day:
When the last feeble step has been taken,
And the gates of that city appear,
And the beautiful songs of the angels
Float out on my listening ear;
When all that now seems so mysterious
Will be bright and as clear as the day;
Chorus And the toils of the road will seem nothin
g
When I get to the end of the way;
And the toils of the road will seem nothing
When I get to the end of the way.