Comfort in Religion.

RELIGION! Oh, how sweet the sound, To the devoted mind; Comforts most rare are in it found, And sweets of the best kind.

When storms rage high and sorrows fall Around our pathway here: 'Tis pleasant on the Lord to call, Whose aid is ever near.

Religion, yes, how sweet it is, How could I do without? I could not, no, for surely 'tis, The joy of all my heart.