Verse 1
The world, our unrelenting foe,
May false pretences make,
But persecute thy flock, we know,
And hate us for thy sake
Because our God they have not known,
They treat us with despite,
And by their cruel judgments own
Our lives are in the right.
Verse 2
Yet will we not the world upbraid,
The infidels condemn:
Grace only hath the difference made
Betwixt our souls and them:
The grace which we may lose by pride,
May be on them bestow’d,
And when they feel thy blood applied,
They know the pardning God.