The Invisible Hand
by Thomas Clarkson Peacock 
(4/18/1851-10/19/1924)Randolph Co., Indiana(1851-1924)
Out on Life's seas we are sailing,
Mid rocky shoals and treacherous sands,
Onward, still onward we are moving, 
Propelled by an "invisible hand."
 
Out on the beach we are walking,
Out in a beautiful land,
Mid song and flowers unnumbered
Except by the "invisible hand."
 
Up life's mountain we are climbing,
Beside deep canyons on rough rocky land,
Upward, still upward we are moving,
Drawn by an "invisible hand"
 
Up to a plane of high living,
With peace and joy at our command,
Where everything's lovely and beautiful,
With Christ the "invisible hand."