The Almost Christian

Verse 1

Broad is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveler.

Verse 2

Deny thyself and take thy cross, Is the Redeemer's great command: Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would gain that heav'nly land.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

Lord, let not all my hopes be vain, Create my heart entirely new, Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, Which false apostates never knew.