As Jacob with travel was weary
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.
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.
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?