We see naught but scorning and hating;
We hear naught but threats and contemning:
For your Christian is good and berating,
And your sinner is first in condemning.
Should you say that the Christ would reprove us,
If we found him and told him our trouble?
It is fearful with no one to love us,
And our pain and despair growing double.
It is mad'ning to feel we're excluded
From the homes of the mothers that bore us;