Verse 1
A wicked priest to hell consign’d
Demands the hottest torments there:
But every soul his lot shall find,
Who makes not God and heaven his care:
And thou that evil servant art,
Who wilt not give to Christ thy heart.
Verse 2
Who dost that awful day forget,
As Christ thy Lord would ne’er appear,
Thy brethren wrongfully entreat,
And live in sin and pleasures here,
Surpriz’d by death, expect thy hire,
Thy portion in eternal fire.
Verse 3
So dear thy sinful pleasures cost
Which but for one short moment last;
Thou knowst too late, that all is lost,
When into flaming sulphur cast,
To gnaw thy tongue, and gnash thy teeth,
And die that everlasting death.