Verse 1
Strangers to faith we cannot trust;
If soften’d for a time they be,
Too soon ungrateful and unjust,
Strangers to kind humanity,
With Cain the murtherer they rise,
Their brethren’s lives to sacrifice.
Verse 2
The instruments to save their souls
Without remorse the ruffians kill,
Unless our Lord their rage controuls,
Our Lord who bids the winds “be still,”
And binds the sea thro’ his command
In chains of adamantine sand.