Broad is the road that leads to death
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Broad is the road that leads to death,And thousands walk together there;But wisdom shows a narrow path,With here and there a traveler.
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Deny thyself, and take thy cross,Is thy Redeemer's great command;Nature must count her gold but dross,If she would gain that heavenly land.
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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.
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Lord, let not all my hopes be vain,Create my heart entirely new;Let thy sweet Spirit me sustain,—O guide me all life's journey through.
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Jesus, thy blood, thy blood alone,Hath power sufficient to atone;Thy blood can make us white as snow;No other tide can cleanse us so.