1 Fellow traveller, dost thou know
Whither now thy footsteps tend,
Carest not if weal or woe,
Waits thee at thy journey's end.

Chorus:
Hasten to the narrow gate,
Jesus opens there the way;
Though the upward path is straight,
Yes it leads to endless day.

2 True, thy way may smooth appear;
Easy is the downward road;
Yet the thought should rouse thy fear,
That it leads the soul from God. [Chorus]

3 Do not with the thoughtless choose,
Sins' broad way, though opening fair,
Lest thy precious soul thou lose
In the gulf of dark despair. [Chorus]

4 Tho' our feet some toil must know,
As we climb the narrow road,
Yet each upward step we go,
Brings us nearer Heaven and God. [Chorus]