1  My goal is God Himself, not joy, nor peace,

    Nor even blessing, but Himself, my God;

    'Tis His to lead me there — not mine, but His —

    At any cost, dear Lord, by any road.

 2  So faith bounds forward to its goal in God,

    And love can trust her Lord to lead her there;

    Upheld by Him, my soul is following hard

    Till God hath full fulfilled my deepest prayer.

 3  No matter if the way be sometimes dark,

    No matter though the cost be oft-times great,

    He knoweth how I best shall reach the mark,

    The way that leads to Him must needs be strait.

 4  One thing I know, I cannot say Him nay;

    One thing I do, I press towards my Lord;

    My God my glory here, from day to day,

    And in the glory there my great Reward.