There Is A God!

"The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God." (Psalm xiv. 1)

There is a God who rules above! And man's the object of His love! And Jesus, His beloved Son, Hath bled, and died to make this known.

Though man his attributes deny, And utter daring blasphemy, He shall be conquer'd from above, By Justice, Judgment, or by Love.

Though he be lusty now, and strong, And bold in ribaldry and song, A time will come when he must flit, And to a stronger arm submit.

Then Death will disregard his groans, And time will melt his giant bones, If no contrition he shall feel, His sins will sink him into hell.

While there he drinks the bitter cup, The dust shall lick his marrow up; His tongue within the grave shall rot, While name and memory are forgot.

On that dread morn when all shall rise, The righteous whom he did despise, Shall over him dominion have, And all the terrors of the grave.

CONFIRMATION.

The stars recede, the morn appears, So long anticipated! The air which now the spirit cheers, With shouts is agitated!

The rustics full of mirth and glee, Are big with expectation, Of what they are to hear and see, When they're at Confirmation!

The road is fill'd from side to side, With bonny lads and lasses; With country bloom, and village pride, Gigs, horses, mules, and asses!

With whip and spur, they dash along, As though to fair or races; With artificial feathers hung, And veils before their faces!

But few know what they're going to do, Or they are strangely lied on; They're careless of the solemn vow, As is the steed they ride on!

They go, because their neighbours go, Without consideration; And think all pass for Christians, who Are pass'd at Confirmation!

A few there are, but few we fear, Their faith by works expressing; And oft in private on their knees, They wrestle for a blessing!

The greater part of them by far, Will carry a Cain's offering; They're strangers to the morning star, To royal David's offspring!

A hope they have, but cannot tell On what that hope is grounded;-- Thus like some old Egyptian spell, It cannot be expounded!

The carnal mind still bears the sway, For want of resolution; And scatter'd tribes, still day by day, Profane the institution!

In spite of lectures orthodox, Of Bishops, prayers, and caution, They, greedy as the thirsty ox, Drink in the deadly potion!

The scribes may write with mournful pen, The Church's lamentation; While year by year, they seek in vain, The fruits of Confirmation!