As Jacob on travel was weary by day,

At night on a stone for a pillow he lay;

A vision appeared—a ladder so high,

Its foot on the earth, and its top in the sky.

All glory to Jesus who died on the tree,

To raise up a ladder of mercy for me!

Press forward! press forward! the prize is in view,

A crown of bright glory is waiting for you.

The vision was glorious; a bright heavenly throng

Was ascending with joy, and descending thereon;

And God, rich in mercy, was standing above,

Proclaiming to Jacob his goodness and love.

All glory to Jesus, &c.

This ladder is Jesus, the Saviour of man,

Whose blood, richly streaming, from Calvary ran;

And through His atonement to heaven we may rise,

And sing in the mansions prepared in the skies.

All glory to Jesus, &c.

Then let us ascend, and be bold, never fear;

It has stood every tempest, and always will bear;

For millions have tried it, and reached Zion’s hill,

And thousands, by faith, are ascending it still.

All glory to Jesus, &c.

Our fathers upon it have mounted to God,

Have finished their labours, and reach’d their abode;

And we’re climbing after, and soon shall be there,

To join in their rapture, their happiness share.

All glory to Jesus, &c.