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Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс)


Hymn 158 (Broad is the road that leads to death)


Few saved; or, The almost Christian, 
the hypocrite, and apostate.

Broad is the road that leads to death,
And thousands walk together there;
But wisdom shows a narrower path,
With here and there a traveller.

"Deny thyself, and take thy cross,"
Is the Redeemer's great command;
Nature must count her gold but dross,
If she would gain this heav'nly land.

The fearful soul that tires and faints,
And walks the ways of God no more,
Is but esteemed almost a saint,
And makes his own destruction sure.

Lord, let not all my hopes be vain
Create my heart entirely new;
Which hypocrites could ne'er attain,
Which false apostates never knew.



Isaac Watts's other poems:
  1. Psalm 34. Part 1 (Lord, I will bless thee all my days)
  2. Psalm 46. Part 1 (God is the refuge of his saints)
  3. Psalm 133 (Blest are the sons of peace)
  4. Psalm 150 (In God's own house pronounce his praise)
  5. Psalm 144. Part 1 (For ever blessed be the Lord)


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