Verse 1
Which of the prophets old,
Inspir’d, and sent by God,
Who Jesus to the world foretold,
Was not to death pursued?
Is there a messenger,
Who since proclaim’d his word,
And was not persecuted here,
And treated as his Lord?
Ye men of high estate,
Who bear unrighteous sway,
Ungodly priests, who always hate,
And Jesus Christ betray;
Who on the servants fall,
Ye have the Lord denied,
And murtherers in your hearts, ye all
Are stain’d with deicide.

Verse 2
Oft as the God of grace
His work on earth revives,
And pleads with the rebellious race,
And by his Spirit strives;
Born of the flesh alone,
Ye persecute the just,
The Saviour’s messengers disown,
And from your churches thrust.
When cast out of the pale,
As Schismaticks ye brand,
And then the Lollards never fail
To feel your bruising hand;
The sheep of Jesus fold
Blacken’d with odious names,
(If He no more your rage with-hold)
Ye sentence to the flames.