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Matius 7:14

• [Mat 7:14] I’m Going Through

  Lord, I have started to walk in the light That shines on my pathway so clearly, so bright; I’ve bade the world and its follies adieu, And now with my Savior I mean to go through. Refrain I’m going through, I’m going through, I’ll pay the price, whatever others do; I’ll take the way with the Lord’s despisèd few; I’m going through, Jesus, I’m going through. Many once started to run in this race, But with our Redeemer they could not keep pace; Others accepted because it was new, But not very many seem bound to go through. Refrain Let me but follow my Lord all alone, And have for my pillow, like Jacob, a stone, Rather than vain worldly pleasures pursue, Than turn from this pathway and fail to go through. Refrain Come then, my comrades, and walk in this way That leads to the kingdom of unending day; Turn from your idols and join with the few, Start in with your Savior, and keep going through. Refrain

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• [Mat 7:14] Lord, Thy Children Guide And Keep

  Lord, Thy children guide and keep, As with feeble steps they press On the pathway rough and steep Through the weary wilderness. Holy Jesus, day by day, Lead us in the narrow way. There are stony ways to tread; Give the strength we sorely lack. There are tangled paths to thread; Light us, lest we miss the track. Holy Jesus, day by day, Lead us in the narrow way. There are sandy wastes that lie Cold and sunless, vast and drear, Where the feeble faint and die; Grant us grace to persevere. Holy Jesus, day by day, Lead us in the narrow way. There are soft and flowery glades Decked with golden fruited trees, Sunny slopes and scented shades; Keep us, Lord, from slothful ease. Holy Jesus, day by day, Lead us in the narrow way. Upward still to purer heights! Onward yet to scenes more blest, Calmer regions, clearer lights, Till we reach the promised rests Holy Jesus, day by day, Lead us in the narrow way.

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• [Mat 7:14] Strait Is The Gate To All That Come

  Strait is the gate to all that come, And narrow is the way, Which leads unto the heav’nly home, Where yet is room for thee, Where yet is room for thee. In Heav’n, where God His own shall take, There’s also room for thee. In Jesus’ Name, for Jesus’ sake, The gates shall opened be, The gates shall opened be. Where thousands stand arrayed in white, Whom God His own declared, There yet is room and life and light, By grace for thee prepared, By grace for thee prepared. In Jesus’ heart there’s room, I know, And in His Heav’n of bliss. He in His Gospel tells me so, Thanks be to God for this, Thanks be to God for this. Now God be praised, that even I May in that city dwell, Where peace shall reign eternally, And all with me be well, And all with me be well.

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• [Mat 7:14] Wayside Cross, The

  “Which way shall I take?” shouts a voice in the night, “I’m a pilgrim awearied, and spent is my light; And I seek for a palace, that rests on the hill, But between us, a stream lieth sullen and chill.” Refrain Near, near thee, my son, is the old wayside cross, Like a gray friar cowled, in lichens and moss; And its crossbeam will point to the bright golden span, That bridges the waters so safely for man; That bridges the waters so safely for man. “Which way shall I take for the bright golden span That bridges the waters so safely for man? To the right? To the left? ah, me! if I knew— The night is so dark, and the passers so few.” Refrain “See the lights from the palace in silvery lines, How they pencil the hedges and fruit laden vines— My fortune! my all! for one tangled gleam That sifts thro’ the lilies, and wastes on the stream.” Refrain

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Lukas 13:24

• [Luk 13:24] Strive Aright When God Doth Call

  Strive aright when God doth call thee, When He draws thee by His grace, Cast off all that would enthrall thee, And deter thee from the race. Wrestle, till thy zeal is burning And thy love is glowing warm, All that earth can give thee spurning, Half love will not bide the storm. Perfect truth will love to follow Watchfully our Master’s ways; Seeks not comfort poor and hollow, Looks not for reward or praise. Soldiers of the cross, take courage! Watch and war ’mid fear and pain; Daily conquering sin and sorrow, Till our King o’er earth shall reign.

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  source: Cyberhymnal