Verse 1
The modern infidels are bold
In comments to surpass the old,
With blind unskilful impudence
They tell us what religion means,
And causes natural assign
To’ effects miraculous, divine.

Verse 2
Opposers of the Spirit’s course,
They his ascribe to fancy’s force;
His peace is—“a complexion good,”
His love—“a milkiness of blood,”
And all our strange delights and pains
“The texture of the nerves” explains.

Verse 3
Joy in the Lord, or grief confess’d
Is “spirits elated, or depress’d,”
The truths of grace delusion seem
To them, and faith “a madman’s dream:”
No difference can their wisdom find,
For all is dark, when hearts are blind!