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.

2 "Deny thyself and take thy cross,"
Is the Redeemer's great command;
Nature must count her gold but dross,
If she would gain this heavenly land.

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.

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.

Isaac Watts.