What poor, despised company
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What poor, despised companyOf travelers are these,Who walk in yonder narrow way,Along the rugged maze?
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Ah! these are of a royal line,All children of a King,Heirs of immortal crowns divine;And lo! for joy they sing.
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Why do they, then, appear so mean,And why so much despised?Because of their rich robes unseenThe world is not apprised.
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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.
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Why do they shun the pleasing pathThat worldlings love so well?Because that is the road to death,The open road to hell.
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What! is there then no other roadTo Salem's happy ground?Christ is the only way to God,No other can be found.