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 pass’d;

But those who boldly walk therein

Will get to heav’n at last.

How shall an infant pilgrim dare

This dangerous path to tread?

For on the way's 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."

Thus I may safely venture through

Beneath my Shepherd’s care;

And keep the gate of heav’n in view,

Till I shall enter there.