Verse 1
Love is the source of every good,
Concupiscence of every sin,
The fountain by the stream is show’d,
By works the principle within:
Good actions a good heart bewray,
Which humble souls in vain would hide,
And passions vile themselves betray,
And outward speaks the inward pride.
Verse 2
The heart corrupt with all his care
An hypocrite cannot conceal,
The lip at last will make it bare,
Its secret rottenness reveal;
His wicked skill to lurk unknown
Cannot the voice of works suppress,
But forc’d he is by deeds to own
“Mine inward parts are wickedness.[”]