Verse 1
Their sin extorts th’ indignant groan,
Their proud obduracy of heart,
Which scorns his benefits to own,
Which will his saving grace pervert,
Though God himself, in person come
To call their souls from nature’s tomb.
Verse 2
He curbs the strugling grief within,
That thus we may our zeal suppress,
Urg’d to resent our neighbour’s sin,
Shock’d by a world of wickedness,
And silently the anguish bear,
Or vent our burthen’d souls in prayer.