Religion, Richest Favor Of The

My Soul Is Sick With Every Day's Report Of Wrong And Outrage With Which Earth Is Filled.

In A Fleshly Tomb, I Am Buried Above Ground.

Blind Unbelief Is Sure To Err, And Scan His Work In Vain; God Is His Own Interpreter, And He Will Make It Plain.

God Moves In A Mysterious Way, His Wonders To Perform. He Plants His Footsteps In The Sea, And Rides Upon The Storm.

Is Base In Kind, And Born To Be A Slave.