Broad Is the Road

Broad is the road that leads to death

And thou­sands walk to­ge­ther there;

But wis­dom shows a nar­row­er path

With here and there a tra­vel­er.

Deny thy­self

and take thy cross

Is the Re­deem­er’s great com­mand;

Nature must count her gold but dross

If she would gain this heav’n­ly land.

The fear­ful soul that tires and faints

And walks the ways of God no more

Is but es­teemed al­most a saint

And makes his own de­struct­ion sure.

Lord

let not all my hopes be vain

Create my heart en­tire­ly new;

Which hy­po­crites could ne’er at­tain

Which false apos­tates nev­er knew.