1 What poor despised company
Of travellers are these,
That walk in yonder narrow way,
Along that rugged maze?
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 despis'd?
Because of their rich robes unseen,
The world is not appris'd.
4 But some of them seem poor distress'd,
And lacking daily bread;
Ah they're of boundless wealth possess'd,
With hidden manna fed.
5 But why keep they that narrow road,
That rugged thorny maze?
Why, that's the way their leader trod,
They love and keep his ways.
6 Why must they shun the pleasant path,
That worldlings love so well?
Because that is the road to death,
The open road to hell.
7 What, is there then no other road,
To Salem's happy ground?
Christ is the only way to God,
None other can be found.
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First Line: | What poor despised company |
Title: | A brief description of the Children of GOD |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1800 |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |