Verse 1
Misers, the name belongs to you
Who thrive by lawful means alone,
Nor rob your neighbour of his due,
But too tenacious of your own,
Indulge your appetite for gold,
Your sateless lust to have and hold.
Verse 2
What can your hoarded earth avail,
When justice doth your souls require?
No riches will ye find in hell,
Tho’ Satan pays his slaves their hire,
While naked out of life ye go,
To greet your shouting friends below.