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| How Sad That "Few Are Chosen"! |
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The world doth teem with throngs of men The marching feet drone on And small the little band who tread Amidst this mighty throne Their clothes are white–God’s righteousness Through faith, their only shroud Oh mighty is the grace that God So mercif’ly bestowed How sad that “few are chosen” When the Master cried to all For the world God’s Son rejected And they would not heed His call! Oh thousands tread unheeding On the broad and easy way And they pass the edge unheeding Into hell from day to day And the cry from Heaven to stop them Echo’s on through God’s own Son For He sacrificed His only That the world might all be won Oh my friend the gate is narrow And ‘tis few that pass within For the way is steep and stony And there is no room for sin. Yet He’ll never, never leave you He is just a step ahead And when tired and weak and weary In His arms you’ll be instead! Nought the foe can do to harm you From this steep and narrow way If the Master is beside you Leading to that ‘perfect day’ So if only “few are chosen” Know the Master cried to All And you too can be in Heaven If you heed His earnest call. |