1 There’s a road winds up unto heav’n’s fair height,
To the dawn of the endless day;
From sunset dark to the sunrise bright,
Oh, friend, have you lost the Way.
Have you lost the Way, my brother?
From the path have you wandered wide?
Come back, come back, from the byways black,
To the Way of the Crucified.
2 There are byroads down from that pathway steep,
Into vales that are fair to view;
But, lurking hidden, the shadows creep,
Of sin in its darkest hue. [Refrain]
3 There’s a cross for all on this Way of life,
And our shoulders must share the load
Of earthly toil and the care and strife,
Till sudden shall end the road. [Refrain]
4 One hath trod this Way thro’ the years long past,
And today with His hand in mine,
How bright the journey that ends at last
Wherever His face doth shine. [Refrain]Source: Alexander's Hymns No. 3 #68