| There’s a great, broad road
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| Through the meadow
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| And many travel there
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| But I have a gentle Shepherd
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| I would follow anywhere
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| Up a narrow path
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| Through the mountains
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| To the valley far below
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| To be ever in His presence
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| Where He leads me, I will go
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| Where He leads me, I will go
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| And there are many wondrous voices
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| Day and night they fill the air
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| But there is one so small and quiet
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| I would know it anywhere
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| In the city or in the wilderness
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| There’s a ringing crystal clear
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| And to be ever close beside Him
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| When He calls me, I will hear
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| When He calls me, I will hear
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| Where He leads me, I will follow
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| When He calls me, I will hear
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| Where He leads me, I will follow
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| When He calls me, I will hear
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| There is a great, broad road to nowhere
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| And so many travel there
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| But I have a gentle Shepherd
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| I would follow anywhere
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| Though the journey take me far away
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| From the place I call my home
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| To be ever in His presence
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| Where He leads me, I will go
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| Where He leads me, I will go
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| Where He leads me, I will go |