It Is He That Hath Made Us

He made good men, and He made bad men,
And He made men half and half;
On the first He smiles, for the next He weeps,
On the last He looks down to laugh.

He made brave souls, He made coward souls,
And He made souls halfway brave;
The first He loves, and the next He hates,
But the last — He died to save!
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