Come, Weary Travelers

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.