1 Little children, who would ever
Tread the safe and narrow way,
Jesus' footsteps long to follow,
And His gentle voice obey.
2 As a rough road often trodden,
Smooth and easy doth become,
So the straight and narrow pathway
Widens, brightens nearer Home.
3 Eye ne'er saw, nor ear hath heart it,
Neither can the heart conceive,
Of the joy which God prepareth,
For His children who believe.
4 Yet the Spirit doth reveal it,
Here we have our bliss in part,
Since, our heritage for ever,
God abideth in our heart.