Verse 1
Sinners, the vain delusion see,
And sink abas’d in your own eyes,
Admir’d by blind credulity,
But pitied by the sober wise,
While your own praises ye repeat,
And boast your state, to all ye meet.

Verse 2
Can confident assertions prove
The truth of your abundant grace?
Ye talkers of your perfect love,
Your pure consummate holiness,
So highly who yourselves esteem,
And make yourselves your endless theme.

Verse 3
The highest seats no longer take,
Or sacrifice to your own net;
Learn the first elements; awake;
Your own important selves forget,
Your own religious selves deny,
And deeply now for mercy cry.

Verse 4
Let others, when your fruits they see,
Your modesty and silence praise,
Your patient, meek humility,
Your profiting and growth in grace,
Your liberty from self and pride,
Your likeness to the Crucified.

Verse 5
Your works of faith let them commend
The principle from which they flow;
And labouring on the day attend
Which every state and heart shall show,
Confer the gracious, full reward,
The plaudit of your heavenly Lord.