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 heaven at last.

How shall an infant pilgrim dare This dangerous path to tread? For on the way's many assure For youthful travelers spread

While the broad road, where thousand 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 heaven in view, Till I shall enter there.