Verse 1
The heart unoccupied by God,
An open, high, frequented road,
Which every passenger may find,
Trampled, and foul’d by all mankind,
Long-harden’d by habitual sin,
Expos’d to every spirit unclean,
Down to the gloomy realms it tends,
In bottomless perdition ends.
Verse 2
Such is the heart of those that hear
The gospel with a careless ear:
Thick-flocking fiends are always nigh,
Usurpers of the lower sky,
Distractions, cares fly hovering round,
Pleasures the good desire confound,
Seize on the soul, as birds of prey,
And bear the precious seed away.