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1. What poor despised company
Of travelers are these,
Who walk in yonder narrow way,
Along that rugged maze?
I had rather be the least of them,
Who are the Lord's alone,
Than wear a royal diadem,
and sit upon a throne.
And sit upon a throne,
and sit upon a throne,
Than wear a royal diadem,
and sit upon a throne.
2. Ah! These are of a royal line,
All children of a King!
Heirs of immortal crowns divine,
And Lo! for joy they sing.
3. Why do they then appear so mean,
And why so much despised?
Because of their rich robes unseen,
The world is not appris'd. |
4. But none of them seem poor, distress'd,
And lacking daily bread;
Ah! they're of boundless wealth possess'd,
With heavenly manna fed.
5. Why do they shun the pleasing path,
That worldlings love so well?
Because it is the way to death,
The open road to hell.
6. But why keep they the narrow road,
That rugged thorny maze?
Why, that's the way their leader trod;
They love and keep his ways.
7. What, is ther then no other road
To Salem's happy ground?
Christ is the only way to God:
None other can be found. |
