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THE WAY OF THORNS.
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But have ye seen the end?
I trembling answer back:
He knoweth all, my Lord and Friend,
Who points this track.

Here His Apostles trod;
Here martyrs won their crown;
Here every saint for love of God
The world laid down.

His own most blessed feet
This narrow pathway wore,
And pangs no anguish can repeat
For us He bore.

All sorrow, shame, and scorn,
Death, very death He knew;
From every thorn a sharper thorn
His pity drew.

A way of strife indeed,
But every step I go
That pity to repentance leads
And keeps me low.

Because the way is His,
And victory is sure,
And faith is more than present bliss,
I can endure.