The Safest Way

The ways of the world may tempt you

With their glit­ter and glint of gold

And its pro­mis­es may al­lure you

As you watch its mi­rage un­fold;

False pro­phets

the thieves of Sa­tan

Like vam­pires en­tice their prey;

But stick to your mo­ther’s God:

Her way is the saf­est way.

The pal­ace of sin and plea­sure

May ap­peal to your heart’s de­sire

For its music is strange­ly thrill­ing

Like the strains of a gold­en lyre.

But

stop! Ere you cross its thresh­old

Look back to your child­hood’s day.

And stick to your mo­ther’s God:

Her way is the saf­est way.

Her breast was your first warm pil­low

When she taught you to lisp His name;

Don’t dis­hon­or that bless­èd me­mo­ry

With the teach­ing of mo­dern shame.

Keep on in the dear old path­way!

Let oth­ers do as they may

But stick to your mo­ther’s God:

Her way is the saf­est way.