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THE WAY TO HEAVEN
“Is there a road to Heaven, a road?
And what name do they call it, say?”
“O child, I think its name is God,
The Way, the Light upon the Way.”
And what name do they call it, say?”
“O child, I think its name is God,
The Way, the Light upon the Way.”
“And may I take that heavenly road?”
“Child of my love, you surely may,
Though blood and thorns bedew the sod,
And steep the way as Calvary's way.”
“Child of my love, you surely may,
Though blood and thorns bedew the sod,
And steep the way as Calvary's way.”
“When may I take that thorny road?”
“To-morrow? “And why not to-day?”
His feet on flowers have only trod,
Such rosy feet for the hard way.
“To-morrow? “And why not to-day?”
His feet on flowers have only trod,
Such rosy feet for the hard way.
“O mother, let me take the road.”
“Child, are you tired so soon of play?
Steep is the hill and heavy the load
Upon the Way of Life, the Way.”
“Child, are you tired so soon of play?
Steep is the hill and heavy the load
Upon the Way of Life, the Way.”
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Yet still he cries to take the road,
And I, I dare not say him nay—
Though sharp the flints, cruel the goad
Upon the Way of Life, the Way.
And I, I dare not say him nay—
Though sharp the flints, cruel the goad
Upon the Way of Life, the Way.
O child, God-speed you on the road!
O little feet, so loth to stay,
Run on the road to Heaven that's God,
The Way, the Light upon the Way!
O little feet, so loth to stay,
Run on the road to Heaven that's God,
The Way, the Light upon the Way!
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