Verse 1
A judge so late, he quits his place,
(O how contemptible and base,
When malice stoops so low!)
See, the high-priest informer turns,
So fierce his righteous fury burns
Against the church’s foe.
Verse 2
In ours, in every age are seen
Elders, and venerable men
Who sacred things abuse,
Men with infernal malice fraught
Men in the school of Satan taught
The brethren to accuse.
Verse 3
Swift are the steps of angry zeal,
When bigots set on fire of hell
Their utmost powers employ,
T’ excite the world against the just,
Hunt down the men who Jesus trust,
And innocents destroy.