Verse 1
When man cast off his Maker’s yoke,
Inferior form’d to God alone,
By reason and his God forsook,
Silver, and gold, and wood, and stone
His sordid deities he made,
Senseless as that to which he pray’d.
Verse 2
When Christians lukewarm grown and cold,
Their Saviour neither lov’d, nor fear’d
Grosser than all the Pagans old
Th’ idolatries of Rome appear’d,
And taught the superstitious croud
That man might make—and eat—his god!