O,
if ye are a mortal who is free and pure of sin,
Keep
your sharpened wits about you lest old Satan drags you in,
For
he’s lurking round about you every day and every hour,
But
I know of one ‘twill fill you with a grand resisting power.
Chorus
O,
‘tis Jesus, blessed Jesus, who died for you and me,
Who
loosed the cords of bondage that we might be ever free;
And
I’d gladly lead you to him that you might receive your share
Of
the blessings that are falling on his children everywhere.
Or
if ye are a mortal who has tread in paths of wrong,
Turn
about your erring footsteps with a purpose pure and strong;
Tread
the pathway of the righteous and be loosed from Satan’s hand,
And
with a voice both loud and clear sing of that better land.
Sept.
4, ‘90
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