God of our weary years,
God of our silent tears,
Thou who hast brought us this far on the way,
Thou who hast by Thy might
Led us into the light,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray,
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God,
where we met Thee,
Lest, our hearts, drunk with the wine of the world,
we forget Thee . . .
Shadowed beneath Thy hand,
May we forever stand,
True to our God,
True to our Native Land.
James Weldon Johnson, 1871-1938, American author and civil rights activist
Enter by the narrow gate.
For the gate is wide and the way is easy that leads to destruction,
and those who enter by it are many.
For the gate is narrow and the way is hard that leads to life,
and those who find it are few.