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76 SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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And I wonder if any will greet me On the sands of the evergreen shore With a hearty, " God bless you, old fellow," That I've met with so often before.
I think of the big-hearted fellows
Who will divide with you, blanket and bread,
With a piece of stray beef well roasted,
And charge for it never a red.
I often look upward and wonder
If the green fields will seem half so fair,
If any the wrong trail have taken
And fail to "be in" over there.
For the trail that leads down to perdition
Is paved all the way with good deeds,
But in the great round-up of ages,
Dear boys, this won't answer your needs.
But the way to the green pastures, though narrow,
Leads straight to the home in the sky,
And Jesus will give you the passportf
To the land of the sweet by and by.
For the Saviour has taken the contract To deliver all those who believe, At the headquarters ranch of His Father, In the great range where none can deceive. The Inspector will stand at the gateway And the herd, one by one, will go by, — The round-up by the angels in judgment Must pass 'neath His all-seeing eye.
No maverick or slick will be tallied
In the great book of life in his home,
For he knows all the brands and the earmarks
That down through the ages have come. |
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