90 THE FOGY DAYS AND NOW 



All others fail of which I've read, 

 To suit the living, fit the dead, 

 None like Christ on earth hath trod. 

 Born a man, I believe he's God. 



I accept Him ; in Him have faith. 

 His promise seal what e'er He saith. 

 Against His word dare not reason. 

 Simple, sacriligious treason. 



I shall cling to his written word, 

 'Tis ahead of all I've ever heard ; 

 If some things I can't understand, 

 Still I'm subject to his command. 



Believe in both heaven and hell. 

 Where right with wrong can never dwell. 

 Deprived of heaven, all that's good, 

 Is essence of hell, its daily food. 



