Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.
...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.
Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head
Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys: Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours.