1 What poor despised Company
Of Travellers are these,
That walk in yonder narrow Way,
Along that rugged Maze?
2 Ah! these are of a royal line,
All Children of a King;
Heirs of immortal Crowns divine,
And lo for Joy they sing.
3 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.
4 But some of them seem poor distrest,
And lacking daily Bread;
Ah! they're of boundless Wealth possest,
With hidden Manna fed.
5 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.
6 Why must they shun the pleasant Path,
That Worldlings love so well?
Because that is the Road to Death,
The open Road to Hell.
7 What, is there then no other Road,
To Salem's Happy Ground?
Christ is the only Way to God,
None other can be found.
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First Line: | What poor despised Company |
Title: | A brief Description of the Children of God, is a Dialogue |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1774 |