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Broad is the road that leads to death,
And thousands walk together there;
But wisdom shows a narrower path,
With here and there a traveller.
“Deny thyself, and take thy cross,”
Is the Redeemer’s great command;
Nature must count her gold but dross,
If she would gain this heavenly land.
The fearful soul that tires and faints,
And walks the ways of God no more,
Is but esteemed almost a saint,
And makes his own destruction sure.
Lord, let not all my hopes be vain
Create my heart entirely new;
Which hypocrites could ne’er attain,
Which false apostates never knew.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1707-1709
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 7:13-14;
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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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| 2005 | # 215 | | | # 158 | | 1866 | # 548 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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WINDHAM
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 88 | No key | | # 590 | Dm | | # 255 | Dm | | # 345 | Dm |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
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