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| 1 |
Broad is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows narrow a path, With here and there a traveler. |
Broad is the Road that leads to Death,, Stanza 1 |
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| 2 |
"Deny thyself, and take thy cross." Is the Redeemer's great command; Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would gain this heav'nly land. |
Broad is the Road that leads to Death,, Stanza 2 |
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| 3 |
The fearful soul that tires and faints, And walks the way of God no more, Is but esteemed almost a saint, And makes his own destruction sure. |
Broad is the Road that leads to Death,, Stanza 3 |
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| 4 |
Lord, let not all my hopes be vain; Create my heart entirely new, Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, Which false apostates never knew. |
Broad is the Road that leads to Death,, Stanza 4 |