S.M.
1
Far down the ages now,
Her journey well nigh done,
The pilgrim church pursues her way,
And longs to reach her crown.
2
No wider is the gate,
No broader is the way,
No smoother is the ancient path
That leads to light and day.
3
No feebler is the foe,
No slacker grows the fight,
Nor less the need of armour tried,
Of shield and helmet bright.
4
Thus onward still they press,
Through evil and through good,
Through pain, or poverty, or want,
Through peril or through blood.
5
Still faithful to their God
And to their Captain true,
They follow where He leads the way,
The kingdom still in view.
