Behold your due in Uzzah dead
For touching an external sign,
You that the priestly right invade,
And minister in things divine!
Will ignorance your bodies save?
Enquire of Uzzah in his grave.
“But lo! Unless our hands sustain,
The tottering ark will strike the ground!”
God cannot need the help of man:
A thousand ways with God are found
His church in danger to defend,
And bear her up, ’till time shall end.