If Christ is not divine,
Then lay the Book away,
And every blessed faith resign
That has so long been yours and mine,
Through many a trying day;
Forget the place of bended knee;
And dream no more of worlds to be.
If Christ is not divine,
Go seal again the tomb;
Take down the Cross, Redemption’s sign;
Quench all the stars of hope that shine;
Forget the upper room;
And let us turn and travel on
Across the night that knows no dawn.