Verse 1
An hypocrite will oft appear
To tremble and relent,
And destitute of godly fear
Shrink from the punishment,
As Pharaoh, in affliction, pray
The judgment to remove,
Or cry, Take all these plagues away,
But not the sin I love.
Verse 2
He may his bosom-lust confess,
While yet his heart is whole,
Concern’d to save appearances,
Regardless of his soul:
The burthen and the task of prayer
He may on others cast,
And left to damnable despair
Die in his sins at last.