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| I Travelled Down |
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| I traveled down a lonely road |
| And no one seemed to care |
| The burden on my weary back |
| Had bowed me to despair |
| I oft complained to Jesus |
| How folks were treating me |
| And then I heard Him say so tenderly |
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| My feet were also weary |
| Upon the Calv’ry road; |
| The cross became so heavy |
| I fell beneath the load |
| Be faithful weary pilgrim |
| The morning I can see |
| Just lift your cross and follow close to me” |
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| “I work so hard for Jesus”, |
| I often boast and say |
| I’ve sacrificed a lot of things |
| To walk the narrow way |
| I gave up fame and fortune, |
| I’m worth a lot to thee |
| And then I heard him gently say to me, |
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| “I left the thorne of glory” |
| And counted it but loss |
| My hands were nailed in anger |
| Upon the cuel cross |
| But now we’ll make the journey, |
| With your hand safe in mine |
| So lift your cross and follow close to me. |
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| O Jesus if I die upon |
| A foreign field someday |
| “T would be no more than love demands |
| No less could I repay |
| No greater love hath mortal man |
| Than for a friend to die |
| These are the words He gently spoke to me |
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| If just a cup of water |
| I place with in your hand |
| Then just a cup of water |
| Is all that I demand. |
| But if by death to living, |
| They can thy glory see |
| I’ll take my cross and follow close to thee |
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