Built God A Church And Laughed His

I Seem Forsaken And Alone, / I Hear The Lion Roar; / And Every Door Is Shut But One, / And That Is Mercy's Door.

Where Thou Art Gone, Adieus And Farewells Are A Sound Unknown.

He Is The Freeman Whom The Truth Makes Free, And All Are Slaves Besides.

Glory, Built On Selfish Principles, Is Shame And Guilt.

When All Within Is Peace How Nature Seems To Smile Delights That Never Cease The Live-long Day Beguile