Men don’t believe in a devil now,
As their fathers’ used to do;
They’ve forced the door of the broadest creed,
To let his majesty through
There isn’t a print of his cloven foot
Or a fiery dart from his bow
To be found in the earth or the air today,
For the world has voted so.
They say he doesn’t 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 earth’s remotest bound,
If the devil, by a 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 today
With the fiery breath of hell
If the devil isn’t and never was?
Won’t 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 the kind of work
The devil used to do?
Won’t somebody step to the front forthwith,
And make his bow, and show
How the frauds and the crimes of a single day spring up:
We want to know.
The devil was fairly voted out,
And of course the devil’s gone;
But simple people want to know
Who carries his business on?
Taken from: Richards, H. M. S. Special Bible Study Helps, William Collins and Son, and Co. Ltd., New York