Verse 1
A priest corrupt whom avarice blinds,
For no mature occasion stays,
But goes, and seeks it out, and finds,
Truth, justice, innocence betrays,
No conscience, no remorse he feels,
And to his foes the Saviour sells.
Verse 2
Saviour, shut up my feeble heart
Against the direful lust of gold,
Which always takes the Murtherer’s part,
Which Thee ten thousand times has sold,
Millions of hoary traitors made,
And peopled hell with Satan’s aid.