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Believe not those who say
The upward path is smooth,
Lest thou should
stumble in the way,
And faint before the truth.
It is the only road
Unto the realms of joy;
But he who seeks that blest abode
Must all his powers employ.
Arm, arm thee for the fight!
Cast useless loads away;
Watch through
the darkest hours of night;
Toil through the hottest day.
To labor and to love,
To pardon and endure,
To lift thy heart to God above,
And keep thy conscience pure.
Be this thy constant aim,
Thy hope, thy chief delight,
What matter who
should whisper blame
Or who should scorn or slight.
If but thy God approve,
And if, within thy breast,
Thou feel the comfort of His love,
The earnest of His rest?
---Alternative verses---
What mattersif God approve,
And if within thy breast,
Thou feel the comfort of His love,
The earnest of His rest?
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1848
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 9:23;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 2004 | # 722 | | 1960 | # 251 | | 1983 | # 708 | | 1954 | # 591 | | 1925 | # 207 | | 1931 | # 453 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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FESTAL SONG
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1872,1894
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ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 6 6 8 6 (S.M.) | | 6 6 8 6 (S.M.) |
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