1 What thousands never knew the road!
What thousands hate it when 'tis known!
None but the upright and sincere
Will seek or choose it for their own.
2 A thousand ways in ruin end,
One only leads to joys on high;
By that my willing steps ascend,
Pleased with a journey to the sky.
3 No more I ask, or hope to find
Delight or happiness below;
Sorrow may well possess the mind
That feeds where thorns and thistles grow.
4 The joy that fades is not for me,
I seek immortal joys above;
There glory, without end, shall be
The bright reward of faith and love.
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First Line: | What thousands never knew the road! |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Choice of the Christian; Christians: their life and experience; Self-Consecration(4 more...) |