Life is like a winding pathway
For the multitude of souls,
Who are briskly walking onward,
Heedless of their final goal.
Life is mostly what we make it,
Straight or crooked, one of twain;
We’ll receive just what we merit—
Our eternal loss or gain.
O dear souls! upon life’s pathway,
Lean upon your Savior’s breast;
There no foe can e’er molest you,
‘Til you reach eternal rest.



