Out, out with such professions! they are doin' more to-day
To stop the weary sinner from the Gospel's shinin' way
Than all the books of infidels; than all that has been tried
Since Christ was born at Bethlehem—since Christ was crucified.
How simple are the works of God, and yet how very grand;
The shells in ocean caverns, the flowers on the land;
He gilds the clouds of evenin' with the gold right from his throne,
Not for the rich man only—not for the poor alone.
Then why should man look down on man because of lack of gold?
Why seat him in the poorest pew because his clothes are old?