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THE SELF-SAME WAY.
Oh, the journey of life, is a journey of strife,
Through darken and bright sunny day;
But after each rain, comes sunshine again,
And I'm living the self-same way.
Through darken and bright sunny day;
But after each rain, comes sunshine again,
And I'm living the self-same way.
I'm blessed with good health, but not with much wealth;
Yet I'm happy, yes happy as they,
Who travel around with wealth and renown;
By living the self-same way.
Yet I'm happy, yes happy as they,
Who travel around with wealth and renown;
By living the self-same way.
There is nothing appear to be new each year,
I reap the same meadows of hay,
I seek the same plain, to gather my grain,
And I'm living the self-same way.
I reap the same meadows of hay,
I seek the same plain, to gather my grain,
And I'm living the self-same way.
A cross thus to bear, with a burden of care.
My Saviour's sweet voice to obey,
Through joys and through tears, from year unto year,
I'm living the self-same way.
My Saviour's sweet voice to obey,
Through joys and through tears, from year unto year,
I'm living the self-same way.
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