‘Tis religion that can give
Sweetest pleasures while we live;
‘Tis religion must supply
Solid comfort when we die.

After death its joys will be
Lasting as eternity;
Be the living God my friend,
Then my bliss shall never end.

Holy Ghost, be Thou our guide,
Do not let us turn aside;
Comfort draw and sanctify,
Lead us safe to God on high.

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