By Sugawo Nihmura (1903), Trans. By Paul Gregory (1981)
In lonely mountain ways of this world’s trial and care,
My heart knows naught of fear-scarred days;
The Master’s hand is there.
My journey may be long, the pathways rough and steep;
Sufficient for each day my song;
My way the Lord does keep.
And though when evening falls, a stone my pillow shapes,
The vision of our kingdom calls
And here a Bethel makes.
