Verse 1
Happy the age and place
Where God’s peculiar love
Vouchsafes his witnesses to raise,
And openly approve;
Where full of faith divine
As in the gap they stand,
With fervent zeal and wisdom shine,
And guard a sinful land.
Verse 2
But O, what endless woes
Are treasur’d up for them
Who Jesus’ messengers oppose,
And spitefully condemn;
Who scourge them with their tongues,
Who buffet with their lies,
And loading with repeated wrongs
At last to murther rise!
Verse 3
Thro’ pride and malice blind,
The proffer’d grace ye scorn,
The blessings for your soul design’d
Ye into curses turn:
Salvation long refus’d
Your sinful measure fills,
And Christ with all his saints abus’d
Your just damnation seals.