  I looked from the window of life where I stood, I looked on the world and I saw it was good; I looked at myself and was sorely aggrieved, Could this be the being in whom I believed? I looked from the window of life, and behold A record of deeds many centuries old; Such pleasures as once would have given delight No longer the heart of the nation’s invite. I look from the window of life where I stand. The prospect unfolding before me is grand; Determined to follow where loyalty leads Must meet the reward that all others exceeds. I look from the window of life and I find The years have been wasted because I was blind, For surely no clear sighted soul could reject Those paths which the glories of heaven reflect. I look from the window of life and I see The sweep of the future, how broad it may be; The hills and the valleys alike will be fair, If only the leader who loves me is there. I look from the window of life and I know Sweet joy will be with me where ever I go; How pleasant to follow where Jesus will guide, Content if I may in His shadow abide. |
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