'Believe in me!' Lord, who art thou
That bid'st me to believe in thee?
I have my life to live, and now
Thy yoke would but a burden be;
I would be free.
'Come, follow me!' Nay, Lord, my way
Is wide of thine along the sea;
Among the hills I love to stray,
Nor walks there anyone with me;
Why I with thee?
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Ah, the eternal cry of the God-hater, created as a son, but choosing to be disowned rather than listen to anyone but himself.