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RELIGION.
The joys of earth are fleeting,
And, quick, their charms retreating,
Give place to grief and woe!
There is no scene of gladness,
That is not dashed by sadness;
There is no perfect bliss below.
And, quick, their charms retreating,
Give place to grief and woe!
There is no scene of gladness,
That is not dashed by sadness;
There is no perfect bliss below.
But there are fadeless pleasures,
And ever-during treasures,
Joys which no tongue can tell,
Sweet streams of consolation,
And rivers of salvation,—
From pure religion's fountain well!
And ever-during treasures,
Joys which no tongue can tell,
Sweet streams of consolation,
And rivers of salvation,—
From pure religion's fountain well!
When sorrows gather o'er us,
And troubles crowd before us,
Religion gives us light;
The chains are loosed that bound us,
The skies grow clear around us,
And all is peaceful, fair, and bright.
And troubles crowd before us,
Religion gives us light;
The chains are loosed that bound us,
The skies grow clear around us,
And all is peaceful, fair, and bright.
When mortal life is fading,
Thro' Death's dark Jordan wading,
There is no painful gloom:
Religion cheers the holy,
And points the meek and lowly
To joys that live beyond the tomb.
Thro' Death's dark Jordan wading,
There is no painful gloom:
Religion cheers the holy,
And points the meek and lowly
To joys that live beyond the tomb.
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