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One angel form still lingered near,
With joy my wounded heart to cheer,—
One angel friend in mercy came,—
Religion was her heavenly name.
With joy my wounded heart to cheer,—
One angel friend in mercy came,—
Religion was her heavenly name.
Then never, never, may I stray
From this dear, safe, and pleasant way!
But e'en in death its Author bless,
And sink to sleep in happiness!
From this dear, safe, and pleasant way!
But e'en in death its Author bless,
And sink to sleep in happiness!
