Verse 1
Still at a loss, ye know not how
With these wild vagabonds to deal:
Shall priests Irregulars allow,
Or stop by force the growing ill?
But should ye crush by open force,
Ye fear to make the mischief worse.
Verse 2
Perplex’d, ye know not what to do:
Ye neither can destroy, nor praise
The men, who prove their mission true
By wonders of converting grace,
Who spread the news of sin forgiven,
Confirm’d by daily signs from heaven.
Verse 3
The glaring fact to all appears,
The grace on multitudes bestow’d:
Jesus hath bless’d his messengers,
Thousands are truly turn’d to God:
The fact yourselves are forc’d to own,
“The men undoubted good have done.”
Verse 4
Yet harden’d still ye will not yield
To truth which ye cannot deny;
The instruments rais’d up and seal’d
Your lack of service to supply,
To countenance ye dare not seem,
Ye dare not yet to death condemn.