Verse 1
See the fierce beast, whose rage untam’d
Scatters the flock of Christ, and tears!
He rushes on, by hell inflam’d,
And neither age nor sex he spares:
In vain a single victim dies;
More thirsty thro’ a taste of blood,
He foams, and vows to sacrifice
The whole, extirminated brood.
Verse 2
Insatiate, fill’d with mad despight,
Threatnings he doth and slaughter breathe,
As murther were his soul’s delight,
Numbers he hales to bonds and death:
But let the Saviour speak with power,
“Thy persecuted Lord I am,”
The furious beast is fierce no more,
The wolf himself becomes a lamb!