Scripture Verse

I am the way. John 14:6


Words: A. V. Wark, 1895. Pub­lished in Tri­um­phant Songs No. 5, ed­it­ed by Ed­win Ex­cell (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: E. O. Ex­cell, 1896), num­ber 116.

Music: Ed­win O. Ex­cell (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know Wark’s full name, or where to get a good pho­to of him (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Edwin O. Excell


In youth’s glad hour, when all is light,
There seems no cloud, there seems no night;
Our bark of life doth smoothly glide,
So softly flows the peaceful tide.
Hark, hark, a voice comes o’er the sea,
In loving tones it speaks to thee;
It tells of rocks and dangerous shoals,
And speaks of wrecked and ruined souls.


Cast anchor ere it be too late;
The echo comes from Heaven’s gate,
O soul, delay not, heed the call,
Christ is the harbor safe for all,
Yes, safe for all.

In manhood’s prime when cares of life
Bear on our bark with ceaseless strife,
Tossed to and fro, no star to guide,
Our bark is drifting with the tide.
Hark, hark, that voice again I hear,
Above the storm rings sweet and clear,
O soul, fear not, I hear it say;
Trust thou in Me, I am the Way.


The years speed on, our bark grows old,
The billows would its form enfold;
’Neath load of sin ’tis sinking fast,
A wreck upon the shore be cast.
Hark, hark, that voice once more I hear,
O come to Me, you need not fear;
Trust not to self, leave all to Me,
I’ll guide thy bark thro’ life’s rough sea.