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The Broad Road

Hymnal: Light and Life Songs No. 4 #309 (1928) First Line: Broad is the road that leads to death Languages: English

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.158 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Broad is the road that leads to death Lyrics: Broad is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrower path, With here and there a traveller. "Deny thyself, and take thy cross," Is the Redeemer's great command; Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would gain this heav'nly land. The fearful soul that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more, Is but esteemed almost a saint, And makes his own destruction sure. Lord, let not all my hopes be vain Create my heart entirely new; Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, Which false apostates never knew. Languages: English

Few saved; or, the almost christian, the hypocrite and apostate

Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books #II.CLVIII (1793) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Broad is the road that leads to death Lyrics: 1 Broad is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shews a narrow'r path, With here and there a traveller. 2 "Deny thyself, and take thy cross," Is the Redeemer's great command! Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would gain that heav'nly land. 3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more, Is but esteem'd almost a saint, And makes his own destruction sure. 4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain; Create my heart entirely new; Which hypocrites could ne'er attain; Which false apostates never knew. Languages: English

The almost Christian

Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CXLVI (1790) First Line: Broad is the road that leads to death Lyrics: 1 Broad is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shews a narrow'r path, With here and there a traveller. 2 Deny thyself, and take thy cross, Is the Redeemer's great command! Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would gain this heavenly land. 3 The fearful soul, that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more; Is but esteemed almost a saint? And makes his own destruction sure. 4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain, Create my heart entirely new; Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, Which false apostates never knew. Topics: After Sermon Languages: English

Few saved; or The Almost Christians, the Hypocrites, and Apostate

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #XXXV (1791) First Line: Broad is the Road that leads to Death Lyrics: 1 Broad is the road that leads to Death, And Thousands walk together there; But Wisdom shows a narrower Path, With here and there a Traveller. 2 Deny thyself, and take thy Cross, Is the Redeemer's great Command: Nature must count her Gold but Dross, If she would gain this heav'nly Land. 3 The fearful Soul that tires and faints, And walks the Ways of God no more, Is but esteem'd almost a Saint, And makes his own Destruction sure. 4 Lord, let not all my Hopes be vain, Create my Heart entirely new, Which Hypocrites could ne'er attain, Which false Apostates never knew. Topics: Pilgrimage of Saints Scripture: Matthew 7:13 Languages: English

Windham

Hymnal: The Little Seraph #9b (1874) First Line: Broad is the road that leads to death Lyrics: 1 Broad is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveller. Tune Title: WINDHAM

Windham

Hymnal: The Harmonia Sacra #54B (1993) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Broad is the road that leads to death Lyrics: 1. Broad is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveler. 2. Deny thyself and take thy cross, Is the Redeemer's great command: Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would gain that heav'nly land. 3. The fearful soul that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more, Is but esteemed almost a saint, And makes his own destruction sure. 4. Lord, let not all my hopes be vain, Create my heart entirely new, Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, Which false apostates never knew. Tune Title: WINDHAM