I know the way I go—
That leads me on o’er rug­ged height,
’Neath threat’n­ing clouds that bear no light,
Down thru the depths of dark­est night,
This com­mon way I go,
This com­mon way I go.

I know the path I tread—
Its pierc­ing stones make bleed­ing feet,
Its wind­ings lead thru scorch­ing heat,
The tempt­er rude oft here I meet,
On this lone path I tread,
On this lone path I tread.

I know the road that’s mine—
The pil­grim’s foot­prints that I see,
All lead­ing on to vic­to­ry,
Are sign­boards left for guid­ing me,
On this rough road of mine,
On this rough road of mine.

I know my Fa­ther’s road—
He leaves me not alone to go,
For o’er this road His com­forts flow,
And on the way His bless­ings blow,
On this my Fa­ther’s road,
On this my Fa­ther’s road.