Come, wea­ry tra­vel­ers, come from the by­ways;
Come to the right way that leads unto God;
Narrow it will be, rug­ged it may be,
But ’tis the high­way the saints have all trod.
Come to the safe way, come to the true way,
Come to the Christ way, and walk ye here­in.

Many are care­less­ly tread­ing the broad way,
Heedless and scorn­ful of where it must lead—
Down in­to sor­row, out into dark­ness—
But haste to the turn­ing, for great is the need!
Come to the right way, come to the bright way,
Come to the Christ way, and walk ye here­in.

Narrow the way—but so spa­cious is Hea­ven;
Rugged the way—but the rest is so sweet.
Blest is the pil­grim­age on­ward and up­ward—
What of the toil when the bliss is com­plete?
This is the safe way, this is the glad way,
This is the bright way, come walk ye here­in.