35. The Comforts of Religion

I. O blest religion, heav'nly fair!
Thy kind, thy healing pow'r,
Can sweeten pain, alleviate care,
And gild each gloomy hour.

II. When dismal thoughts, and boding fears
The trembling heart invade;
And all the face of nature wears,
A universal shade:

III. Thy sacred dictates can asswage
The tempest of the soul,
And ev'ry fear shall lose its rage
At thy divine controul.

IV. Thro' life's bewilder'd, darksome way,
Thy hand unerring leads;
And o'er the path, thy heav'nly ray,
A chearing lustre sheds.

V. When feeble reason, tir'd and blind,
Sinks helpless and afraid;
Thou blest supporter of the mind,
How pow'rful is thy aid!

VI. O let my heart confess thy pow'r,
And find thy sweet relief,
To brighten ev'ry gloomy hour,
And soften ev'ry grief.

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First Line: O blest religion, heav'nly fair!
Title: The Comforts of Religion
Language: English
Publication Date: 1760
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