The Heavenly Road

If we can not climb the mount­ain

Where the strong and dar­ing go

We can stand be­side the Fount­ain

Whence the liv­ing wa­ters flow;

If our fee­ble foot­step ling­ers

Tempted by some song of earth

We can hear the heav’n­ly sing­ers

Chanting of a Sav­ior’s birth.

If the path be dim and wind­ing

Should we stum­ble on the way?

If the mist be thick and blind­ing

We can seek a heav’n­ly ray;

If the days be damp and chil­ly

If the light be faint and low—

We are pass­ing thro’ the val­ley

Where the steps are always slow.

Oh

we hear of mount­ain pass­es

Where His way­worn foot­steps led;

Of Beth­sa­ida’s dewy grass­es

Where the mul­ti­tude was fed;

Every path His feet have tak­en

And His lov­ing voice says

Come;

Let His way be ne’er for­sak­en

Till we reach our heav’n­ly home.