The Way

I'm happy to have found the way; I'm joyful for it's born the day In which all jubilation is mine And its attached to the truest vine This meek branch of a prospered womb; And though they unnerve the beckons of the tomb, It shall happen the Savior's will; As was on the green and far away hill, Where for the chief of sinners He died. And all angels of doom heaved and sighed For without appeal salvation had been born; For the wretched and wrecked and torn! I've found the sweet way And its faithful tread must pay, It depends not upon the crooked its great reward, Nor should it be loved by the myopic of this world!