Verse 1
Ye murmur, and accuse in vain,
That mingling with the worst of men
Fraternal love we show:
Our Master did with sinners eat;
His servants count it right and meet
In all his steps to go.
Verse 2
Who want the form of godliness
To them we must our love express:
But always ready are
A simple full account to give,
And with our angry brethren’s leave
The matter to declare.