Classic Poem

We go, we know not whither;
We came, we know not whence:
But He who brought us hither
Will surely guide us hence.

He will, for He has said it:
Himself has bid us come—
Has told us not to dread it,
The road that makes for Home;

The road that leads through sorrow
And suffering and pain
To that unthought-of morrow
When we all shall meet again.

He will, for He has sent us
A Man to show the way;
One whom He always meant us
To follow and obey;

One who walk'd alone before us
In the ways that we have trod;
And who still is watching o'er us—
For His other name is God.