Verse 1
O thou who hadst the world forsook,
And set thy hand to Jesus’ plough,
If back thou cast a wishful look,
One earthly fond desire allow,
That one desire thy bane will be,
And ruin all his work in thee.
Verse 2
Who to the world restor’st thy heart,
Thou forfeitest the gracious power,
Unqualified for God thou art,
But ten times deader than before,
Fit with apostate spirits to dwell,
Fit for a burning throne in hell.