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There's a road that's straight and narrow |
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That the saints have travelled on |
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Paved with all the tribulations |
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Of the martyrs that have gone |
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If you're grateful for their vict'ries |
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And for showin' us the way |
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Then give thanks for all your blessin's |
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Get on your knees and pray. |
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Thank God for ev'ry flower and each tree |
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Thank God for all the mountains and the seas |
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Thank God for givin' life to you and me |
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Wherever you may be, Thank God. |
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In this world of grief and sorrow |
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Filled with selfishness and greed |
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There remains the Glory Fountain |
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To supply our every need |
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You can find it in the temple |
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With a welcome on the door |
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But be sure to count your blessin's |
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Before you ask for more. |
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Thank God for ev'ry flower and each tree |
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Thank God for all the mountains and the seas |
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Thank God for givin' life to you and me |
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Wherever you may be, Thank God. |
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Be forgivin to the wayward |
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Like the Master told us to |
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When He said forgive them Father |
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For they know not what they do |
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They would change their way of livin' |
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If they could but understand |
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So remember they're your brothers |
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They need a helpin' hand. |
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Thank God for ev'ry flower and each tree |
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Thank God for all the mountains and the seas |
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Thank God for givin' life to you and me |
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Wherever you may be, Thank God. |