#144Broad Is the Road

Broad is the road that leads to death, And thou - sands walk to - ge - ther there; But wis - dom shows a nar - row path, With here and there a trav - el - er.

De - ny thy - self and take thy cross, Is the Re - deem - er's great com - mand; Na - ture must count her gold but dross, If she would gain that heav'n - ly land.

The fear - ful soul that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more, Is but es - teemed al - most with saints, But nev - er en - ters heav - en's door.

Lord, let not all my hopes be vain, Cre - ate my heart en - tire - ly new; Which hyp - o - crites could ne'er at - tain, Which false a - pos - tles nev - er knew.