1. Oh, I dearly love to ponder when the sun is sinking low,
    And I’m pressing on my journey through this world below,
    Of a blessed time that’s coming when my feet no more shall roam,
    Here the way is often thorny, but the road leads home.

               CHORUS

    It’s a narrow way, it’s a narrow way,
    It is often rough and thorny but this way leads home;
    And my Saviour’s gone before me, He given His word to cheer me,
    Yes, a narrow way to glory, but this way leads home.

2  When I climb up hills of trial, when the tempest wild doth sweep,
    And descend affliction’s valley with its shadows deep,
    I can hear Him sweetly saying, “All this weary path I’ve gone,
    Yes, I know the way is thorny, but the road leads home”.

3. When my friends forsake and leave me, in the world I’m left alone,
    What a bliss to know He’s with me, all to Him I owe;
    And the shame despising ever, I’ll the race with patience run,
    For I’ll look to Him the Author till the prize be won.

4. So I’ll bear the cross for Jesus for His love constraineth me,
    I will follow in His footsteps till His face I see,
    In my Father’s house of mansions I shall never sigh nor moan,
    So I sing along the journey for the road leads home.