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

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.

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

–Isaac Watts, “Broad Is the Road That Leads to Death”–