Climb for God

While seeking for eternal rest,
I came to the place in the road
Where God in mercy waits for us
To relieve our heavy load.

A cross was there, and I saw two ways
Of which I’ll try to tell:
The narrow highway would take me home,
The broad way led to hell.

I saw a ladder narrow, but strong,
And the form of someone climbing,
Forever upward, round after round,
And never looking behind him.

For he saw the glory of yonder world,
And our Savior waiting there;
So he climbed into His precious arms,
And I see him resting there.

Praise God! That ladder I, too, can climb,
For it’s strong and will never weaken;
It is there for those who will choose God’s way,
And will take us all to heaven.

So I mean to climb and climb and climb;
I will never more turn back,
Nor let old Satan slow me down,
Or get me off the track.