How Sad That “Few Are Chosen”!

The world doth teem with throngs of men
The marching feet drone on

The world doth teem with throngs of men
The marching feet drone on
And small the little band who tread
Amidst this mighty throne
Their clothes are white–God’s righteousness
Through faith, their only shroud
Oh mighty is the grace that God
So mercif’ly bestowed
How sad that “few are chosen”
When the Master cried to all
For the world God’s Son rejected
And they would not heed His call!

Oh thousands tread unheeding
On the broad and easy way
And they pass the edge unheeding
Into hell from day to day
And the cry from Heaven to stop them
Echo’s on through God’s own Son
For He sacrificed His only
That the world might all be won
Oh my friend the gate is narrow
And ‘tis few that pass within
For the way is steep and stony
And there is no room for sin.

Yet He’ll never, never leave you
He is just a step ahead
And when tired and weak and weary
In His arms you’ll be instead!
Nought the foe can do to harm you
From this steep and narrow way
If the Master is beside you
Leading to that ‘perfect day’
So if only “few are chosen”
Know the Master cried to All
And you too can be in Heaven
If you heed His earnest call.

Jenny Daniel