Religion! what treasure untold resides in that heavenly word!

Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.

The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.

In indolent vacuity of thought.

Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.

O, popular applause! what heart of man is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?

Religion! what treasure untold resides in that heavenly word!