How many highways have we trod,
In our unceasing journey unto God?

The signs we pass are loud and clear,
The path is steep the goal is dear.

Onward we go by night and day
This path we walk the only way.

Some will give up their hearts deceived,
We’ll pray for them but will not grieve.

For our journey has been planned
By He who takes us by the hand,

And whispers to the blessed man…
The promised land, the promised land.