EXIT GOD - Reginald Heber Poems


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Of old our father’s God was real,
    Something they almost saw,
Which kept them to a stern ideal
    And scourged them into awe.

They walked the narrow path of right
    Most vigilantly well,
Because they feared eternal night
    And boiling depths of hell.

Now Hell has wholly boiled away
    And God become a shade.
There is no place for Him to stay
    In all the world He made.

The followers of William James
    Still let the Lord exist,
And call Him by imposing names,
    A venerable list.

But nerve and muscle only count,
    Gray matter of the brain,
And an astonishing amount
    Of inconvenient pain.

I sometimes wish that God were back
    In this dark world and wide;
For though some virtues He might lack,
    He had His pleasant side.