Verse 1
A sin there is which far exceeds
The tyrant’s most atrocious deeds;
Ambition, pride, and lust
They cannot with his guilt compare
Who hates the Saviour’s messenger,
And persecutes the just.
Verse 2
Shedding at length a martyr’s blood,
He quenches the last spark of good,
And can no longer feel,
He makes his sin and misery full,
Murthers his own immortal soul,
And shuts it up—in hell.