Verse 1
Sons of the Church, yourselves who deem
The temple of the Lord,
Awake out of your fatal dream,
And tremble at the word;
Howe’er your privileges ye boast,
On outward helps rely,
Ye all must finally be lost
Who unconverted die.
Verse 2
Long as the things of earth ye love,
Nor will from sin depart,
Your own pretensions ye disprove,
Poor heathens still in heart;
Members of the true church in vain,
Unchang’d, and unforgiven,
Unless ye all are born again,
Ye cannot enter heaven.