Verse 1
The harmless, inoffensive man
Is cast before the bar of God,
Cast by his own excuses vain,
For not performing what he cou’d:
And, burying that preventing grace,
Who justly perish unforgiven,
Shall mixt with fiends in groans confess
They might have sung with saints in heaven.
Verse 2
With shame and sorrow I confess
The vilest wickedness is mine;
Sloth is the vilest wickedness;
If idle in the work divine
I stand, and hide my talent still,
Till all my gracious day is past,
For doing neither good nor ill
I must be justly damn’d at last.