#43Despised Pilgrims

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WHAT poor despised company Of 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 despis'd? Because of their rich robes unseen, The world is not appriz'd.
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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 path, That 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 road To Salem's happy ground? Christ is the only way to God, No other can be found.

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