1 Strait is the way, the door is strait
That leads to joys on high;
'Tis but a few that find the gate,
While crouds mistake and die.
2 Beloved self must be deny'd,
The mind and will renew'd
Passion suppress'd, and patience try'd,
And vain desires subdu'd.
3 [Flesh is a dang'rous foe to grace,
Where it prevails and rules;
Flesh must be humbled, pride abas'd,
Lest they destroy our souls.
4 The love of gold be banish'd hence,
(That vile idolatry)
And ev'ry member, ev'ry sense,
in sweet subjection lie.
5 The tongue, that most unruly pow'r,
Requires a strong restraint;
We must be watchful ev'ry hour,
And pray, but never faint.
6 Lord! can a feeble helpless worm
Fulfil a task so hard?
Thy grace must all my work perform,
And give the free reward.
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First Line: | Strait is the way, the door is strait |
Title: | Christian virtues; or, the difficulty of conversion |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |