1 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.

2 I know the path I tread—
Its piercing stone 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.

3 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.

4 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.