Tremble, ye fond of human praise

Verse 1
Tremble, ye fond of human praise,
Who seek, or love, the highest place,
Who rich in sacred honours rise!
Proud of your every grace and gift,
Yourselves, like Lucifer, ye lift,
And set your thrones above the skies:

Verse 2
But the Most-High shall cast you down,
If now ye will not fear his frown,
His vengeful wrath ye soon shall feel,
Defeated of your glorious aim,
O’erwhelm’d with everlasting shame,
Debas’d into the lowest hell.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled “Whoever shall exalt himself, shall be abased.”—[Matt.] xxiii. 12. Introduced in Charles Wesley, Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures, Vol. 2 (Bristol: Farley, 1762). Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 10 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 360.
Publishing: Public Domain