Verse 1
The world will always love their own,
Who countenance their sin,
Or let them quietly sleep on,
Till Tophet takes them in:
But O! their choicest favourites are
The minister and priest,
The guides who prudently forbear
To interrupt their rest.
Verse 2
Who in the worldly spirit live,
And with the many go,
Favour and praise from man receive,
The good they seek below;
Not hated for religion’s sake,
In Satan’s arms secure
They slumber on; and thus they make
Their own damnation sure.