Oh, I dearly love to ponder when the sun is sinking low

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.