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Christ in Song 144

Broad Is the Road

Words: Mrs. R. R. FormanMusic: Geo. C. Hugg

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1Broad is the road that leads to death, And thou - sands walk to - ge - ther there; But wis - dom shows a nar - row path, With here and there a trav - el - er.

2De - ny thy - self and take thy cross, Is the Re - deem - er's great com - mand; Na - ture must count her gold but dross, If she would gain that heav'n - ly land.

3The fear - ful soul that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more, Is but es - teemed al - most with saints, But nev - er en - ters heav - en's door.

4Lord, let not all my hopes be vain, Cre - ate my heart en - tire - ly new; Which hyp - o - crites could ne'er at - tain, Which false a - pos - tles nev - er knew.

Also sung to
Windham (Hymns and Tunes 1886 #361)
Scripture
Matthew 7:13-14

The verse

Meter
32
Foot
iambic (da-DUM) · 41% of beats fit
Rhyme
A
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Verse 1

Broad is the road that leads to death, And thou - sands walk to - ge - ther there; But wis - dom shows a nar - row path, With here and there a trav - el - er./˘˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘˘32A

Verse 2

De - ny thy - self and take thy cross, Is the Re - deem - er's great com - mand; Na - ture must count her gold but dross, If she would gain that heav'n - ly land.˘///˘///˘˘???/˘//˘//˘/˘/˘˘˘/˘/˘/32A

Verse 3

The fear - ful soul that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more, Is but es - teemed al - most with saints, But nev - er en - ters heav - en's door.˘/˘/˘/˘˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘˘˘///˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/33A

Verse 4

Lord, let not all my hopes be vain, Cre - ate my heart en - tire - ly new; Which hyp - o - crites could ne'er at - tain, Which false a - pos - tles nev - er knew.//˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/33A

Counted by machine from the CMU Pronouncing Dictionary. It cannot hear emphasis or a poet’s licence, so treat it as a place to start reading, not the last word.