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CONFLICT.
2 Yet the dear path to thine abode
Lies through this horrid land ;
Lord, we would keep the heavenly road,
And run at thy command.
3 Our journey is a thorny maze
But we march upward still;
Forget the troubles of the way,
And reach at Zion’s hill.
1 See the kind angels at the gates,
Inviting us to come ;
There Jesus, the forerunner, waits,
To welcome travellers home.
384 O, 7.
4 Christian's changes.
1 1VIIXTURES of joy and sorrow
1V1 I daily do pass through ;
Sometimes I’m in a valley,
And sinking down with woe.
Sometimes I am exalted,
On eagles’ wings I fly ;
I rise above my troubles,
And hope to reach the sky.
2 Sometimes I’m full of doubting,
And think I have no grace;
Sometimes I’m full of praising,
When Christ reveals his face:
Sometimes my hope’s so little,
I think I’ll throw it by ;
Sometimes it seems sufficient,
If I were called to die.
3 Sometimes I shun the Christian,
Lest he should talk to me ;
Sometimes he is the neighbor
I long the most to see;
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