mainheader
echo '
';

rp Search Options

Hymn/Song Information

THE NARROW WAY




What thousands never knew the road!
What thousands hate it when ítis known!
None but the chosen tribes of God,
Will seek or choose it for their own.


A thousand ways in ruin end,
One, only, leads to joys on high;
By that my willing steps ascend,
Pleased with a journey to the sky.


No more I ask, or hope to find,
Delight or happiness below;
Sorrow may well possess the mind
That feeds where thorns and thistles grow.


The joy that fades is not for me,
I seek immortal joys above;
There, glory without end, shall be
The bright reward of faith and love.


Cleave to the world ye sordid worms,
Contented lick your native dust;
But God shall fight, with all his storms,
Against the idol of your trust.

marker 99
LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates:
      Bible Refs:
      echo '
      ';
      If I have omitted copyright on any items, or if there are errors, please e-mail me with details and I will gladly update my records.

      This page has had 280 visits
      eye-catcher
      Designed and managed by:
      nbp