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485 Quito


Yes, 'tis a rough and thorny road
That leads us to the saints' abode;
But when our Father's house we gain,
'Twill make amends for all our pain.

And what is all we suffer now,
Or all we can endure below,
To that bright day when Christ shall come,
And take His weary pilgrims home?

Then let us walk, without complaint,
The thorny road, and never faint:
Though now by weariness opprest,
The end is everlasting rest.


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