Verse 1
A youth possest by sin
Obeys the spirit unclean,
Horribly at times he roars,
For his own damnation calls;
Satan governs all his powers,
Bruises by a thousand falls.
Verse 2
Weaker for each he lies,
And more attach’d to vice:
Shorter every interval;
Fiercer lusts his bosom tear,
Shake him o’re the mouth of hell,
Leave him sunk in sad despair.