The narrow way.

JESUS, my all, to heav'n is gone, He whom I fix my hopes upon; His track I see, and I'll pursue, The narrow way till him I view.

The way the holy prophets went, The road that leads from banishment, The King's highway of holiness, I'll go, for all his paths are peace.

No stranger may proceed therein, No lover of this world and sin; Wayfaring men to Canaan bound, Shall only in this way be found.

Then will I tell to sinners round, What a dear Savior I have found; I'll point to thy redeeming Blood, And say, "Behold the way to God!"