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 Thy paths are peace.
The memory has not passed away of the hearty unison with which prayer-meeting and camp-meeting assemblies used to “crescendo” the last stanza—
Then will I tell to sinners round
What a dear Saviour I have found;
I'll point to His redeeming blood,
And say “Behold the way to God.”