Narrow is the gate and difficult the road that leads to life, and few find it. Matthew 7:14
Words: Benjamin Beddome (1717–1795). Published posthumously in Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818), number 699.
Want of Success Lamented.
If you know where to get a good picture of Beddome (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Heav’nly truth in love dispensèd;
Few, alas, with joy embrace:
Closed their eyes and ears to mercy,
Sinners slight the God of grace:
Downwards rush with rapid pace.
Though Jehovah often speaketh,
Hardened, they refuse to hear,
Carnal pleasures still pursuing,
They are caught in Satan’s snare:
Yet the world is still their care.
Lord, these careless souls to waken,
Send Thy Holy Spirit down;
Now the labors of Thy servants,
With Thy special blessing crown:
To the wanderers,
Be Thy grace and mercy shown.
Let fair Zion’s sons be gathered,
Own Thee as their sovereign head;
In remotest lands and nations,
May Thy glorious Gospel spread:
Raise to life the numerous dead.