There's a narrow path leading to my home and I'm walking on the road by day
But my Lord is with me everywhere I go and I never have to be afraid
I know my steps grow weary and my heart gets slow
I'll never lose sight of my heavenly road
And I still think about that day when I started on the gloryland way
It may be high (on the mountain)
Or low (in the valley)
Where the narrow way might lead (might lead)
Or a bridge on the troubled stormy waters
where my journey might carry me (carry me)
But I can't turn aside to an easy road if I could've known I ever would stay
There's peace and rest waiting just ahead at the end of the gloryland way (gloryland way)
If you want to hear how I started out it's a story I'll be glad to tell.
I could see I was nothing but a poor lost soul
far from God and on the road to Hell.
But the Savior met me with a deep-turned sign
and He saved my soul with his power divine.
That's when I'm happy to say I started on the gloryland way.
It may be high (on the mountain)
Or low (in the valley)
Where the narrow way might lead (might lead).
Or a bridge on the troubled stormy waters
where my journey might carry me (carry me).
But I can't turn aside to an easy road if I could've known I ever would stay
There's peace and rest waiting just ahead at the end of the gloryland way.
It may be high (on the mountain)
Or low (in the valley)
Where the narrow way might lead (might lead).
Or a bridge on the troubled stormy waters
where my journey might carry me (carry me).
But I can't turn aside to an easy road if I could've knowing ever would stay
There's peace and rest waiting just ahead at the end of the gloryland way.
There's peace and rest waiting just ahead at the end of the gloryland way.

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