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THE PLEASANTNESS OF RELIGION.

Why will ye folly love,

And throng the downward road, And hate the wisdom from above, And mock the sons of God?

2 Madness and misery

Ye count our life beneath; And nothing great or good can see, Or glorious in our death: As only born to grieve,

Beneath your feet we lie; And utterly contemn'd we live, And unlamented die.

3 So wretched and obscure, The men whom ye despise, So foolish, impotent, and poor ,­Above your scorn we rise: We, through the Holy Ghost, Can witness better things; For He, whose blood is all our boast, Hath made us Priests and Kings.

4 Riches unsearchable

In Jesu's love we know; And pleasures, springing from the well Of life, our souls o'erflow; The Spirit we receive

Of wisdom, grace, and power; And always sorrowful we live, Rejoicing evermore.

5 Angels our servants are,

And keep in all our ways; And in their watchful hands they bear The sacred sons of grace: Unto that heavenly bliss

They all our steps attend; And God himself our Father is, And Jesus is our Friend. Univ. Bibl.

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