Verse 1
Tis thus, when Satan’s instrument
Blackens the followers of the Lamb,
Our grave self-righteous foes assent,
By words, not facts, confirm the same,
With confidence our crimes assert,
And take the old Accuser’s part.
Verse 2
As pestilent, seditious men,
As factious schismaticks they brand,
The followers of the Nazarene,
Who stir up strife throughout the land,
Throughout the world as madmen run,
And turn their kingdom upside down.
Verse 3
Our sacrilegious wickedness
The Jews and all their elders know,
Profaners of the holy place,
The church, the church we mean t’ o’rethrow,
Foes to the church they us declare,
And what they cannot prove—they swear.