There lies in a barren place a pair of paths parallel

One runs through meadows fair

The other pits of despair

The path or morality and of righteousness is there

Carved side-by-side across the world below

One leads to Heaven, the other woe

From on spiritual fruit, from the other pride does grow

If the prideful will make a turn

From the moral path they plod

To Heaven on the righteous path they can trod

By the blessed grace of God