Verse 1
Ought not the ruler to suppress
The dire effects of blindfold zeal,
Curb the bold sons of wickedness,
Beat down the instruments of ill,
Licentious violence restrain,
And truth defend, and peace maintain?

Verse 2
He made their wickedness his own,
Not hindring what he might prevent,
He did the wrong by others done,
The judge oppres’d the innocent
And thus his false pretence disprov’d,
Who neither truth nor justice lov’d.

Verse 3
Servants of God, your treatment see,
Such justice from the world expect:
Their boasted love of equity
Always excepts the Christian sect;
And if your lives the rulers spare,
They let your foes in pieces tear.

Verse 4
Cognizance of your slighted cause
No Gallio is concern’d to take:
Unshelter’d by your country’s laws,
Hated of all for Jesus’ sake,
Fly, outlaws, fly to David’s Son,
And refuge find in Christ alone.