As Jacob with travel was weary
one
day,
At
night on a stone for a pillow he lay;
He
saw in a vision a ladder so high
That
its foot was on earth and its top in the sky.
Refrain
2
Come
let us ascent! All may climb it who will;
For
the angels of Jacob are guarding it still:
And
remember each step that by faith we pass o’er,
Some
prophet or martyr has trod it before.
3
And
when we arrive at the haven of rest
We
shall hear the glad words, “Come up wither, ye blest,
Here
are regions of light, here are mansions of bliss.”
O
who would not climb such a ladder as this?