Verse 1
The fool in his own judgment wise,
And good, and high in perfect grace,
His blind antagonists defies,
And rages at the faithless race,
Who cautious their assent suspend,
Expect the fruits, and wait the end.
Verse 2
On those who dare his word gainsay,
Wild he lets loose his furious zeal,
Sure he himself can never stray,
He freely sends his foes to hell
“They must be all to Tophet driven,
“He cannot miss his way to heaven.[”]
Verse 3
Impatient of opposers see
Th’ infallible outrageous saint,
Proud of his fancied liberty,
Till in the trying hour he faint,
Too late his confidence let go,
And sink among the fools below.