"WHO CARRIES HIS BUSINESS ON?"
Men donít believe in a devil now,
As their fathers used to do;
Theyíve force the door of the broadest creed,
To let his majesty through
There isnít a print of his cloven foot
Or a fiery dart from his bow
To be found in the earth or in the air to-day.
For the world has voted so.
They say he doesnít go round about
As a roaring lion now;
But whom shall we hold responsible
For the everlasting row
To be heard in home and church and state
To the earthís remotest bound,
If the devil, by unanimous vote,
Is nowhere to be found?
Who is it mixing the fatal draught
That palsies heart and brain,
And loads the bier of each passing year
With ten hundred thousand slain?
Who blights the bloom of the land to-day
With the fiery breath of hell,
If the devil isnít and never was?
Wonít somebody rise and tell?
Who dogs the steps of the toiling saint
And digs the pits for his feet?
Who sows the tares in the fields of time
Wherever God sows His wheat?
The devil was voted not to be,
And of course the thing is true;
But who is doing this kind of work
The devil used to do?
Wonít somebody step to the front forthwith,
And make his bow, and show
How the frauds and crimes of a single day spring up?
We want to know.
The devil was fairly voted out,
And of course the devilís gone;
But simple people want to know
Who carries his business on?
WHAT SATAN FEARS MOST
What Satan fears most