Charles Davis Tillman, who was born at Tallassee, Alabama on this date in 1861, and who died in 1943, was a singing evangelist and a publisher of Gospel music and camp meeting songs. He was also himself the author of a number of Gospel songs that are still familiar today. I've never had to bear the labor or know the arduous toil that might justify the expression of weariness that it contains, but I know the assured hope that it conveys, and the following is a favorite of mine, recorded most recently, and movingly, by the gifted, kind, and generous Lynda Tait Randle.



When I Get To The End Of The Way



The sands have been washed of the footprints

Of the Stranger on Galilee’s shore;

And the voice that subdued the rough billows

Will be heard in Judea no more,

But the path of that lone Galilean,

With joy I will follow today,



Refrain



And the toils of the road will seem nothing

When I get to the end of the way,

The toils of the road will seem nothing

When I get to the end of the way.



There are so many hills to climb upward,

I often am longing for rest;

But He Who appoints me my pathway,

Knows just what is needful and best.

I know in His Word He hath promised

That my strength it shall be as my day;



Refrain



He loves me too well to forsake me,

Or give me a trial too much;

His people have been dearly purchased,

And Satan can never claim such.

By and by I shall see Him and praise Him,

In the city of unending day;



Refrain



When the last feeble steps have been taken,

And the gates of that city appear,

And the beautiful songs of the angels

Float out on my listening ear;

When all that now seems so mysterious,

Will be bright and as clear as the day,



And the toils of the road will seem nothing

When I get to the end of the way,

Then the toils of the road will seem nothing

When I get to the end of the way.