When I Get to the End of the Way

The sands have been washed in the footprints

Of the stranger on Galilee’s shore

And the voice that subdued the rough billows

Will be heard in Judea no more

But the path of that lone Galilean

With joy I will follow today

And the toils of the road will seem nothing

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

And the voice that subdued the rough billows

Will be heard in Judea no more

But the path of that lone Galilean

With joy I will follow today

And the toils of the road will seem nothing

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

(To the end of the way)