'_What shall we do to be saved ?_' men are again crying.

And the lips that were once oracular now merely seem to murmur back confusedly, '_Alas! what shall you do ?_' Such and so helpless, even now, is natural theism showing itself; and in the dim and momentous changes that are coming over things, in the vast flux of opinion that is preparing, in the earthquake that is rocking the moral ground under us, overturning and engulfing the former landmarks, and re-opening the graves of the buried lusts of paganism, it will show itself very soon more helpless still.

Its feet are on the earth, only.
The earth trembles, and it trembles: it is in the same case as we are.
It stretches in vain its imploring hands to heaven.

But the heaven takes no heed of it.

No divine hand reaches down to it to uphold and guide it.
This must be the feeling, I believe, of most honest and practical men, with regard to natural religion, and its necessary practical inefficiency.