1 Narrow is the way,
Sometimes rough and dark,
And oft our feet are pierced with thorns
While pressing t'ward the mark.
Chorus:
Ever pressing onward
T'ward the shining goal,
There a crown of glory
Waits each victor soul.
2 Jesus understands,
He its roughness bore;
His foot-prints mortals still may see,
He passed this way before. [Chorus]
3 Leave the past behind,
Forward press to heav'n,
Though long and arduous the race,
The prize at last is given. [Chorus]
4 Triumph then is thine,
Victory supreme!
So rest thee sweetly on the bank
Of life's fast flowing stream. [Chorus]
Source: Pearly Gates: a collection of new songs for the Sunday school, prayer meeting, and social circle #7