He was no doctor of doubts, no questioner and quibbler; he spake boldly, for he spake the truth. We need greatly in these days a ministry of the same kind. Send it, good Lord, we beseech thee.
Strait the gate, the way is narrow,
To the realms of endless bliss;
Sinful men and vain professors,
Self-deceived, the passage miss;
Down they sink the dread abyss.
Thou who art thy people’s guardian,
Condescend my guide to be;
By thy Spirit’s light unerring,
Let me thy salvation see:
May I never
Miss the way that leads to thee.