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| A ROAD goes up a pleasant hill, | |
| And a little house looks down: | |
| Ah! but I see the roadway still | |
| And the day I left the town. | |
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| The day I left my father’s home, | 5 |
| It’s many a year ago, | |
| And a heart and hope were brave to roam | |
| The long, long road I know. | |
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| The long, long road by hill and plain, | |
| It’s tired the heart might be: | 10 |
| But hope stayed bright in sun or rain, | |
| And a Voice that called to me. | |
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| A Voice that called me over the hill | |
| And out of the little town: | |
| Ah! but I see the roadway still. | 15 |
| And the good house looking down. | |
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| The house that spake me never a No! | |
| As I started brave away, | |
| But said with a blessing, Go! | |
| And followed me every day. | 20 |
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| It followed me down the road of years, | |
| For a father’s heart is true, | |
| And joy is sweet in a mother’s tears | |
| For the deeds her child may do. | |
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| The poor little deeds, all powerless | 25 |
| For the Kingdom of God would be, | |
| Save in His mercy will He bless | |
| The road that goes with me: | |
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| The road that left a pleasant hill, | |
| Where a little house looks down: | 30 |
| Ah! but I bless the roadway still, | |
| And the land beyond the town. | |
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