1 There are two ways for trav'lers, only two ways:
One's a hill pathway of battle and praise;
The other leads downward; tho flow'ry it seem
Its joy is a phantom, its love is a dream
Its love is a dream, 'tis only a dream.
2 There are two guides for trav'lers, only two guides:
One's the Good Shepherd, e'en thro' the death tides;
The other, the serpent, beguiling with sin
Whose beauty external hides poison within,
Hides poison within, death poison within.
3 There are two homes for trav'lers, only two homes:
One's the fair city where evil ne'er comes;
The other, sin's wages, eternal and dread,
The fate of the lost ones, the doom of the dead.
The doom of the dead, the sorrowful dead.
4 Quickly enter the strait way, leading to life;
Shun the wide gateway of folly and strife.
The Spirit invites you this moment to come;
The Saviour is waiting to welcome you home;
To welcome you home, to welcome you home.