Verse 1
The workman’s worthy of his food;
But if with eagerness pursued
He loves his wages here,
Labouring for filthy lucre’s sake,
He justly to himself must take
The hireling’s character.
Verse 2
The man whom covetous desire
Impels to minister for hire,
We mercenary call:
But O, what title shall we give
A wretch who dares the hire receive,
And never works at all?
Verse 3
If want, or pestilence be near,
If danger and the wolf appear,
Or persecution rise,
Aghast the lowring storm he sees,
And proving that they are not his,
Deserts the sheep, and flies.