The Way of Holiness

O let me seek that path

where winds of woe

And storms of sin and wrath

can nev­er blow!

The star of heav­en­ly hope

has ev­er beamed

Along the way cast up

for the re­deemed.

It is a bliss­ful way

safe and se­cure;

Leading to realms of day

a path­way sure.

All oth­er paths we tread

through this dark clime

Must be with fears o’er­spread

with cares of time.

But O! this ho­ly way

the vu­lture’s eye

The hi­de­ous beasts of prey

shall ne’er des­cry.

Then let me seek the path

where winds of woe

And bit­ter storms of wrath can nev­er blow.