Verse 1
Because his self-deceit I show,
Am I the self-deceiver’s foe,
When on the pinacle of pride
He sits, as wholly sanctified?
Or woud I rob him of his crown
Who gently bring the boaster down?
Verse 2
Ye great and good in your own eyes,
Who instantaneous saints arise,
Without the Spirit’s throes or groans
Born babes, and full-grown men at once,
To God’s own oracles attend,
The counsels of your heavenly Friend.
Verse 3
Deny yourselves, the cross embrace
And walk in all his righteous ways,
With lawful violence contend,
Thro’ all the means expect the End,
From strength to strength go on to prove
The truth of grace is humble love.