Verse 1
The world thine oracles despise,
The Christian world, with careless eyes
Thine ancient judgments see,
Nor will they shun their doom foretold,
Or know they read in those of old
Their own sad history.
Verse 2
As born their appetites to please,
Their own conveniency and ease
They only live t’ insure,
Add house to house, and field to field,
Marry, and feast, and plant, and build,
To make their names endure.