Z-ealously aim at the blissful abode,
Y-earning to receive salvation;
M-ake it through the throes,
O-n the thirteenth of June.
N-ever let the chance slip away, nor let the opportunity pass;
D-on't let the true faith fade into the worldly things that never last.
P-lease the Father Almighty,
O-n treading on the right road;
J-ust cross the finish line,
A-im at the blissful abode.
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