There is a path that leads to God,
All others go astray;
Narrow, but pleasant is the road,
And Christians love the way.
It leads straight through this world of sin,
And dangers must be passed;
But those who boldly walk therein,
Will get to heaven at last.
How shall a little pilgrim dare
This dangerous path to tread?
For on the way is many a snare
For youthful travellers spread;
While the broad road, where thousands go,
Lies near, and opens fair;
And many turn aside, I know,
To walk with sinners there.
But lest my feeble steps should slide,
Or wander from Thy way,
Lord, condescend to be my Guide,
And I shall never stray.
Then I may go without alarm,
And trust His word of old;
“The lambs He’ll gather with His arm,
And lead them to the fold.”