LXVI + 

Superstition + 

O Lord and Christ, Thy Children of the South + 

So shudder, when they see + 

The two-edged sword sharp-issuing from Thy mouth, + 

As to fall back from Thee, + 

And cling to charms of man, or heathen rite + 

To aid them against Thee, Thou Fount of love and light! + 

But I before Thine awful eyes will go + 

And firmly fix me there, + 

In my fall shame; not bent my doom to know, + 

Not fainting with despair; + 

Not fearing less than they, but deeming sure, + 

If e’en Thy Name shall fail, nought my base heart can cure. + 