Verse 1
Wo to you whom all commend:
Prudent to preserve your fame,
Fav’rites of the world your friend,
Foes to Jesus and his shame,
Souls for air and fire ye sell,
Air on earth, and fire in hell.
Verse 2
So the lying prophets liv’d,
Honour’d in the days of old,
They their praise from men receiv’d,
They their souls for nothing sold:
You with them your doom shall mourn,
Rais’d to everlasting scorn.
Verse 3
Wo to you, eternal wo,
Idoliz’d by flattering men!
Go, with the false prophets go
To the dark infernal den,
Howl in blasphemous despair,
Hiss’d by all the serpents there!