Verse 1
The weapons men or devils frame,
The fiery darts shall miss their aim,
Nor once inflict the slightest wound;
And who thy spotless life condemn,
Condemn’d themselves and put to shame
Shall all be false-accusers found.

Verse 2
Such is the life my servants live,
So great the joy they here receive
Sure earnest of their joys above,
Pardon’d, and sanctified by grace,
Possessing me, they all possess
True righteousness, and sinless love.