Verse 1
Shall one in perfect love renew’d
No holier than th’ imperfect live?
The second benefit of God
Doth he not then in vain receive?
But all that bear his image here,
His Spirit’s promis’d fulness know,
Most like their Saviour they appear,
The ripest fruits of grace they show.

Verse 2
Who much receive should much restore,
The Lord that forms our souls again
Expects not from an infant’s power
The service of a perfect man:
But who his depths of Godhead prove
Should his whole mind and life express,
In meekness of all-patient love,
In humble, perfect nothingness.

Verse 3
Tremble thou favour’d saint, on whom
Thy bounteous Lord hath much bestow’d;
Thy talents use, till Jesus come,
And lay out all thy soul for God:
He bids thee all his gifts improve:
But if thou waste the grace divine,
But if thou boast thy perfect love,
The doom of Lucifer is thine.