Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly bright.

Sing louder around To the bells' cheerful sound, While our sports shall be seen On the ecchoing green.

My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child, But I am black as if bereaved of light.

And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear.

'The deeper our insight into the methods of nature . . . the more incredible the popular Christianity seems to us.'

The ecological teaching of the Bible is simply inescapable: God made the world because He wanted it made. He thinks the world is good, and He loves it. It is H…

Do you want to see what human eyes have never seen? Look at the moon. Do you want to hear what ears have never heard? Listen to the bird's cry. Do you want to …