Verse 1
To judge the wretch in sin secure,
His angry, unexpected Lord
Shall come in sudden death and sure,
Shall slay him with his righteous sword,
And send him to his place below,
The mansions of infernal woe.
Verse 2
Cut off from those he once opprest,
His collegues in the church of God,
Far from the saints and spirits blest,
He finds his suitable abode,
Condemn’d with hypocrites to dwell,
In fiercest flames of deepest hell.
Verse 3
What hypocrite so base as he,
The slave of sloth and avarice,
Ambition, pride, and cruelty,
Of every lust and every vice;
Yet still audacious to declare
Himself’—a Christian minister!
Verse 4
His life of soft luxurious ease,
Of sports, and sensible delights,
Of mirth, and riotous excess,
Revelling days, and frantick nights,
In fellowship with tort’ring fiends,
In endless lamentations ends!