The Golden gate
WOULD the little children know
Where the peaceful waters flow,
Where the sweetest Bowers grow
Along the path of life?
Where the meadows are more green,
Where the brightest birds are seen,
Where the skies are all serene,
And where there is no strife?
Yonder is the "golden gate,"
All around the angels wait,
There the narrow path is straight;
Dear children, enter in.
Here the Shepherd feeds his sheep,
Here the lambs securely sleep,
Here's a fountain pure and deep
To wash away our sin. .
Near there is a broader way,
Where the thoughtless and the gay
Throw their priceless souls away,
Forgetful of their God.
There the gate is open wide,
And the tempter stands beside,
Luring on the thoughtless tide,
Adown the dreadful road.
Children, turn not to the right,
Nor the left; but in the light
Of the gospel pure and bright,
Seek to be forgiven.
Enter through the "golden gate,"
Where the angels gently wait,
Where the narrow path is straight,
Leading up to Heaven.
Baltimore Methodist.