Text: | The almost Christian |
Author: | Dr. Watts |
1 Broad is the road that leads to death,
And thousands walk together there;
But wisdom shews a narrow'r path,
With here and there a traveller.
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.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Broad is the road that leads to death |
Title: | The almost Christian |
Author: | Dr. Watts |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Topic: | After Sermon |