Narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.@Matthew 7:14

Da­vid H. King, in Songs of Sov­er­eign Grace, by J. Lin­coln Hall, Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick & Win­field Weed­en (Phil­a­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Hall-Mack, 1897), num­ber 43.

Win­field S. Weed­en (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Winfield S. Weeden (1847–1908)

As I drift upon life’s billows,
Longing for the light of day;
I can almost hear from Heaven,
Loved ones singing, Come this way.

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Come this way, come this way,
Here is light, and joy, and peace;
Come this way, come this way,
And your sorrows all shall cease.

And methinks I hear my mother,
Calling from the other shore,
With a voice so sweet and tender,
Far above the billows’ roar:

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Hark! I hear the voice of Jesus,
Wafted from a heav’nly land;
I can almost see His glory,
And the beckoning of His hand.

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Oh! the bliss, the joy of meeting
Loved ones in that mighty throng;
Joining with them in their singing,
Of the everlasting song.

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